It was a dangerous combination, dangerous for me anyway. Strong and possessive, but gentle and sweet at the same time. I stood on tiptoes even though I really wanted to climb his body and wrap my legs around his waist. His fingers and thumb tilted my jaw in whatever angle he wanted while he took complete ownership of my mouth.
One of his giant hands spread across the middle of my lower back, and the other one held the front of my throat. Regardless of what my brain would have chosen, had it been given a vote, I was at Sam’s mercy. Then… then there were lots and lots of seconds where I didn’t think much of anything. Why? Why was he doing it? And, like… why?
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