Chapter 67

• "Fuck..." Lewis cursed under his breath as Lily threw his shirt aside and placed her small hands on his broad shoulders. She was drunk and oblivious to the fact that she was playing with fire. His large hands spanned her tiny waist easily as he tried to hold her still. "Lily, listen to me..."
• Lewis's breath hitched as Lily's lips trailed down his jaw, then to his neck, and finally to his collarbone. She was leaving a trail of soft kisses on his bare chest, driving him absolutely wild. His hands gripped her hips tighter, trying to maintain some semblance of control. "Lily..."
• With one swift motion, Lewis shifted Lily onto her back on the couch and hovered over her, his hands planted on either side of her head. He refused to kiss her, despite wanting nothing more than to claim her mouth again. His voice was husky with desire but firmer now. "Stop, Lily."