Damian enchained my wrist to halt me, and then he swept me into his arms. "If you say boobs one more time, I will drag you into the nearest janitorial closet and fuck you."
Electric thrills raced through me. "Boo--"
He kissed me. Hard. I threw my arms around his neck and enjoyed the hell out of it.
He pulled away, his breath harsh and his eyes glittering. "You're trying to kill me."
"Testing your resolve," I said. "You don't seem the type to issue empty threats. Honestly? I'm kinda disappointed." I opened my mouth and he put his forefinger against my lips.
"Don't say it. I'm already thinking about slamming you against a wall and pushing up that dress."
My heart started to pound. I was instantly wet. And hot for him. Oh, sweet mamma jamma. "Will you rip off my panties?"
"Yes," he said. He eyed me and then sighed. "I'm just giving you incentive, aren't I?"