CASSIAN
"Just shut up and get moving, will you?" Ayla snapped, her voice dripping with desire and desperation.
Smoke and ashes—that's what she felt like in my blood.
I pulled her closer; her chest brushed against my shirt.
Bolts of electricity travelled everywhere on my skin.
I bit on her lower lip slowly, feeling heat rush to my groin in a way that made thinking impossible.
But everything about this woman was almost impossible—almost.
Getting close to her.
Being the number one in her life.
Letting her see I was number one.
All of it was almost impossible.
The plan had been to talk. That had been my plan.
But seeing her in this bodycon dress that accentuated curves I'd lusted for over the years, every plan flew right out the window.
I'd burned with lust just having to dream and think about her in the past year, but today was my lucky day.
My fingers raked and teased every curve and stopped on the small of her waist.
So small to host the conspicuous hips on her body.
