"You'll kill me," he muttered with his lips at my jaw. "We're going to end up f**king each other to death."
"Me? I didn't do anything." He'd controlled me completely and how freak in' sexy was that?
"You're breathing. That's enough."
I laughed, hugging him.
Lifting his head, he nuzzled my nose. "We're going to eat, and then we'll do that again."
My brows lifted. "You can do that again?"
"All night." He rolled his h*ps and I could feel that he was still semi-hard.
"You're a machine," I told him. "Or a god."
"It's you." With a soft sweet kiss, he left me. "We'll shower, then order from the restaurant downstairs. Unless you want to go down?"
"I don't think I can walk."
The flash of his grin stopped my heart for a minute. "Glad I'm not the only one."
"You look fine."
