27. Mortified

~ CARA ~

I had walked into that room with Rig arguing with myself in my head. But when he’d kissed me, pinned me against the wall, and then—deliciously—picked me up and laid me on the table, I hadn’t been able to form a thought beyond “more.”

I was lost in a haze of need, mindless with it. I’d never experienced such a wash of emotion and desire in my life. As Rig kissed his way down my neck, then my chest, I sucked in a ragged breath. Then he opened his mouth over my nipple and sucked and my entire body jolted.

My hips bucked and I whimpered, aching. When he pulled back to watch me, the tiniest part of my head whispered that I should be self-conscious, that I should be embarrassed, or scared or… but all I could do was claw my fingers through his hair so those strands would fall over his eyes again, trail my hand down that cord on his neck that stood proud because he was fighting so hard to hold himself back. Stroke his shoulders because they were so broad and strong and I’d never felt