by Jayne Blue
“My eyes are wide open Sawyer. Finally.”
I kissed her. I meant to be soft, I intended to be sensitive. But that’s not what happened. I kissed her hard. I wanted to consume her. My body was greedy for hers. It took over what my logical mind had intended. It told me to go slowly, but I couldn’t.
But this kiss. Her mouth. Her warmth. Slow wasn’t an option.
She had leaned back on her desk, I had my hands in her hair, and she opened herself to me.
Then all hell broke loose. If I’d known, I would have let her run.
If I could’ve seen the future, I would have kept my hands off, for her sake. The MC was about to go to war, and I was the general. No one near me was safe.
But I was selfish. I had to have her.
So I kissed her. No other woman had ever come close, or ever would. I knew. Club war be damned.
Or I would be.
