My mouth is open to Kent’s as he kisses me, his tongue warm and desperate against my own. I feel a hard shudder pass through me as he pulls his mouth away, the hard stubble of his cheeks a contrast to the softness of his lips as he tears his mouth across my jaw, down my neck, every movement frantic, rash – none of it designed to seduce, all of it feeling as if he can’t not touch every inch of me with his mouth.
Now. Immediately.
“f**k you, Fay,” he growls against my shoulder, the edges of his teeth pressing harsh against the soft and tender skin of my neck. “God damn it, f**k you.”
I know he’s furious, angry at me for pushing him this far – for making him the one to break –
But god damn it, I love it. A warm thrill is running through me, from my head to my toes. And despite what I k
