Chapter 21

• I make a panicked sound and he releases me, sliding his fingers from my mouth. It feels dirty and wrong and I’m shaking with need. “Yes,” I whisper. “Yes, that’s what I want.”
• He searches my face. Maybe he thought he’d scare me off with all that, but instead I’m even more turned on. My hands drop to the hem of my dress. “Would you like to see?”
• He looks around as if realizing where we are for the first time. “Not here.” The kitchen faces the front of the house, and with the lights on, it’s only the maple trees in the front yard that keep the neighbors from seeing us.