Chapter 11

• But I didn't pull away.
• There was pregnant pause, both of us waiting for something, him for me to pull away, me for him to do something, say something that would allow my better sense to take control again.
• In the end, Byron's hand pulled, sending me flying toward the bed, landing longways across it, barely able to get my equilibrium back before his body was half over mine, his head tucked down, his lips finding the sensitive column of my neck. Propped up on one arm, the other slid down the side over my body, teasing the dip of my waist, the flare of my hip. His fingers stopped at my knee, curling in, cocking it, and draping it around his back. His hand whispered down my calf, snagging my heel and pulling it off. I used the edge of the bed to kick out of my other, bringing my other leg up to wrap around him as his tongue traced upward to tease over the edge of my earlobe, dragging a shiver out of me.