Page 147 of Ignition

His tone dropped to something resembling a growl.

“Am I?” I teased in a strained voice.

Before I could think better of it, my gaze dipped to the front of his pants, then skittered away a split-second too late.

My mouth went dry at the obvious tent.

Grinding against him was one thing, but seeing—

Knuckles white, I gripped the cushion near my hip.

He groaned on my skin, impatience rolling off him in waves as his teeth grazed over the sensitive skin just above my panties, tracing my tattoo again.

My stomach bottomed out.

All I could do was clutch his hair.

Then, his fingers skated dangerously close to my core, and my senses pulled taut and zeroed in on every inch of inner thigh he was touching.

“Come on. Give me another one of those pretty little sounds,” he drawled, voice low and rough.

His hands finally brushed against my panties, and my hips jerked into him like I’d been electrocuted.

Shivers chased each other over my spine, jumping over each vertebra.

A soft cry slipped out of me, a wordless plea that turned his grin feral. My hand flexed with the urge to cover my mouth again, but I knew he wouldn’t allow it—and god, why was that so hot?

My fingers only knotted tighter into his hair.

“I’m so close to just snapping, Mia,” he warned, voice like molasses.

I wasn’t sure which of us was closer to breaking.

The thought of him just taking what he wanted pooled inside me, dark and thick, and I was too far gone to even question how much I craved it.

“Let me taste you. Let me make you feel good, baby…”

He sounded hungry, strained, like it was costing him everything to hold back.

My core gave another desperate little pulse around nothing.

I wanted his fingers inside me.

I wanted the stupid pants off.

I wanted him to tease me until I broke.

But letting go meant letting him see… and my mouth stayed firmly shut.

“Beg,” he growled through gritted teeth.

His palm snaked under my pants to cup me through my underwear. His thumb pressed over my swollen, oversensitive clit, sending a violent ripple of electricity through me and making my thighs tremble again.

“At least your body’s honest,” he chuckled on my skin, before he started rubbing me over the fabric, dragging more traitorous little jolts out of me.

He pushed up on his knees, mouth raining a line of fire from the hem of my panties to my nipple.

A sharp suck had my head tipping back.