Our lips stayed locked together as we made our way into the bedroom.
My thoughts spiraled and I tried to stop what I knew was about to happen.
My body wanted him, but I knew better than to let him inside me.
The last time we had sex was months ago.
Stop him, the small reasonable voice in my head screamed. But with Christian's tongue dancing in my mouth, I found myself slowly going deaf to that voice.
Christian deepened the kiss and my head emptied.
Maybe I let go because I knew there was no point fighting this. We'd been dancing around sex for months now.
All those nights he held me while we slept, so many times I had wanted more than just his arms wrapped around me. But I refuse to give in.
Still, after everything, I realized I'd lost the battle before it even began.
"I want you, Alora." He whispered, voice thick with need.
I shivered. Hearing Christian's deep voice telling me he wanted me, seeing how much effect I had on him, it was my undoing.
