Chapter 12

“Thank you,” I said, meaning it, as I leaned in to kiss him. The moment our lips touched, heat pooled low in my belly. What had been simmering between us all evening rushed forward. I’d intended for it to be a gentle kiss, a reward, but it quickly escalated to more. I wanted to fucking devour him.

The kiss was hard, bruising, as I ate at his mouth, licking and biting. From his reaction, his needy whimpers and whines, the way he tried to push closer, I knew it was exactly what he wanted. When I hauled him into my lap, he came willingly, scrambling over so he could straddle my thighs. He sat, then rocked his hips so his ass and cock rubbed against my groin. I moved my hands fast, clamping my fingers on his waist and making him go still. Immediately, he stopped trying to move, but the intensity of his kiss increased. He was trying to take control, to make me kiss him harder, and that was not going to happen.

I controlled things, not him.