Page 108 of Their Arrangement
But I didn’t move.
Because I knew the second I did, he’d take more.
And I wanted toachefor it first.
“Say you understand.”
I swallowed. “I understand.”
He pulled me closer by that single grip. Pressed my chest to his. My breath caught. My knees threatened to buckle.
He leaned down.
His mouth brushed the corner of mine.
Not a kiss.
Not yet.
Just thepossibilityof one.
“Good girl.”
And then?—
Not softly.
Not sweetly.
It wasn’t a request. It wasn’t even an answer.
It was averdict.
His mouth claimed mine like a promise already broken. Heat flooded down my spine, spread through my chest like fire pressed between bone. I gasped, but he didn’t let me pull away.
His grip on the back of my neck tightened—just slightly. Just enough to hold me still, just enough to say:you don’t run from this.
The kiss wasn’t rushed.
It wasmeasured. Intentional.
His tongue traced the seam of my lips, slow and deliberate, and when I opened for him, I didn’t even realize I’d done it.
He took.
Every breath.
Every sound.
He didn’t moan. He didn’t groan. He kissed me like he was reading scripture and rewriting it with his mouth.
I whimpered. Quiet. Desperate.
His body didn’t press closer—but I felt it everywhere.
His scent. His heat. His restraint, tighter than anything I’d ever worn.
He pulled back just an inch.
