Christian clutches the edge of his sink so hard that his fingers ache.
God damn it – that f*****g woman.
He was so close, so close to losing control a few moments ago when she’d bent his head back like that, brought her mouth so close that he could feel her breath on his lips.
A groan slips from Christian’s mouth as he turns his head to the side, clenching his teeth. Because he absolutely cannot let that happen – he can’t let anyone have that level of control over him. And especially not Iris – not the only person on earth that he’d die to defend.
No – she can’t have that level of control over his body too.
It’s too much – too dangerous.
He works hard to steady his breathing, forcing himself to do math problems in his head to stifle the memory of her running her hands through his
