Chapter 28: Gia

"Are you sure about this?" There's a crushed gravel quality to his voice. It's all low and rough. Almost gritty.

The thickness of it arrows straight down to my core before exploding upon impact.

"I'm sure," I murmur.

Even though I told myself I wouldn't do this, here I am-standing in the middle of my living room with my arms entwined around his neck and his hands cupping my ass.

When he gives my cheeks a hard squeeze, everything inside me riots painfully. Lust and longing clamor until every qualm that had been circling through my head when he first walked through my door earlier this evening is nothing more than a distant hum.

With deliberate strokes, he brushes his mouth across mine. "I don't want to rush you into something you're not ready for." The flintiness of his eyes slice through mine in the darkness.

I almost snort. If there's anyone rushing things around here, it's me. "You're not."