I grab her hand when she begins to slide it down my chest. “You deserve for me to be gentle,” I tell her, adrenaline rushing through my veins, quivering my muscles. “I can’t be gentle.”
“You know that’s not what I want,” is her reply.
The final strands of whatever control I thought I might possess snap away. Her gasp, echoing with desire, is all I hear as I grasp her wrists, pushing her backward and slamming her back against the wall. She deserves soft, tender kisses but I’m not made of that. Not tonight.