NO TURNING BACK

"I want to see you…" His voice was rough, deep, almost like a command, making my skin prickle with anticipation.

If there was any part of me that was fighting for reasoning — for doing what I was supposed to do — the way he spoke and looked at me made me lock it and throw away the key.

I obeyed, my eyes never leaving his as my fingers reached for the straps on my shoulder, lowering them slowly… His hands found the delicate tie in the back and pulled it to help me undo it, he lazily grazed his fingertips over the small of my back, a spot he had held so many times before, now bare to him.

As I freed my arms from the straps, the teddy fell down to my waist and Mark's eyes followed it, a glint of something dark and passionate in them.