Page 48 of Torrid Passion
“Kyla.”
“Understood.”
“I want you right here next to me,” I pat the bed.
She bends down.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Removing my heels.”
“Did I tell you to do that?”
“No, but—”
“I believe I asked you to keep them on earlier.”
“Right.”
She sashays to the bed in the most seductive way, her eyes locked onto the mine the whole time.
Jesus Christ.
My cock jerks violently, pressing against the zipper of my pants, demandingfreedom.
“Lie down.”
She does, a teasing smile flirting with her lips.
“I amuse you?”
“You’re so in control,” she shrugs.
“Good? Bad?”
“Very good.”
I lower my body on top of hers and take her mouth in a searing kiss.
“When you’re with me, I dominate every part of you,” I tell her when I break our embrace. “Got that, gorgeous?”
“I like that.”
I slide down to my knees.
“Open for me, gorgeous,” I demand.
She does.
I nudge her thighs farther apart. “Wider.”
She obeys.
“Damn,” I let out. “Your heady scent is going to make me lose my fucking mind.”
“That’s exactly how I feel about your––”
“Filthy mouth?”
