I lifted a hand to rest on his arm, and his whole body shuddered.
Somehow, the arms around me tightened even more.
Gripped me even harder.
The side of his face met mine. His cheek was warm and rough. His voice was low and raspy. “I dream about you most nights. If I’m in my human form and you’re on my couch while I’m not fully conscious, there’s a good chance I’ll end up in the living room with you. With my face between your thighs, finally tasting what I’ve wanted on my tongue for so long.”
My center grew slicker.
He inhaled deeply, like he couldn’t help it. His chest rumbled. “Fuck. I need to go.”
“Why do you dream about me?” I finally asked.
“I don’t know. Obsession. Lust. Insanity.”
I shouldn’t have loved all three possibilities, but I did.
“We could try to get it out of your system,” I said.
My heart was beating fast. He was going to reject me. I knew he was, but I was still asking.
I wasn’t sure I could do anything else.
Not with his chiseled, heavenly-smelling body pressed against mine the way it was.
Not when I wanted him just as badly as he wanted me. Or close, at least.
“Don’t fucking suggest something you’re not willing to follow through with,” he growled. “I can’t control myself around you.”
“Maybe you just need to stop trying to control yourself and accept what you want.”
“I want to fuckingravageyou.”
“Then stop talking and do it.”
Bo snarled against my ear. His hands were on my hips a moment later, and he spun me around, shoving my back against the nearest wall.
The massive, towering man was on his knees in front of me in a heartbeat. His gigantic hands were on my thighs. My legs parted for him and he opened them wider, spreading me in front of his gaze.
Bo’s eyes burned my swollen, slick skin. “You’re so fucking hot, Madi.”
“This doesn’t feel like ravaging, Ambrose.” My fingers slid into his hair.
His lips curved in a wicked grin before his mouth was on my core—and then I was gasping.
His tongue was hot.
Brutal.
Demanding.
Stroking my clit like it owned me.
I arched.
Cursed.
Pulled his hair.
