Chapter 33 No Fucking Buts!

• Mr. Thorne's hands slid up my arms, firm but unhurried, like he had all the time in the world to drive me crazy. The heat of his touch spread through me, making my breath hitch. He leaned in, his lips just barely brushing mine, teasing me, waiting for me to close the gap.
• When I didn’t, his mouth curved into a smirk, and then he kissed me—soft at first, like he was testing the waters, but it quickly turned deeper, more desperate. He nibbles down on my tongue, and the sharp sting of pain quickly heightens my arousal before his head pulls back. "I want you, Joanne."
• "We... we shouldn't do this..." I'm panting so harshly it's a miracle I manage to get those words out.