"Shadow," I gasped out when he placed his hand on my neck, rubbing the junction between my neck and shoulders.
I was a calm girl with good control over my emotions. I swear, I was, but there was something about the way he was rubbing my skin and looking at me with those eyes with his body pressing me down which was making me weak in the knees.
"Yes, my kitten," he whispered sensually, breathing right into my ears now, and I closed my eyes before taking a deep shaky breath, realizing how we both were breathing heavily.
It was almost as if he was controlling his carnal desires too, and the thought that I was having the same effect on him, fed some of my ego.
Which I don't even know how the hell it is a good thing? I swear my head thinks of the weirdest thing to joke at the weirdest timings, all the time.
I moved my leg that was dangling down from the couch and he groaned in my ears.
