Chapter 67

The whimper leaves my throat before I can stop myself.

His mouth is harsh, domineering, kissing me like his life depends on it as he walks me backward until I hit the wall.

Ignoring the throb where my head makes impact, I focus instead on the way David’s hands grab my waist, hoping his grip is as hard as it feels. I hope he is leaving bruises for me to remember him by, in case this is the only chance I get. My desperation bleeds through the way my hands grab his shirt and pull him closer, through my back arching until I feel his body press flat against mine, and through the way I moan when he bites my bottom lip before diving straight back into the kiss.

The next thing I know, David is scrambling to undo the button on my jeans, then grabbing my wrist and dragging me across the apartment before pushing me back against the kitchen counter and kissing me again. My j