55 — “Take off your clothes.”

Desmond smiles at my response, and I melt into him.

Gripping the back of my neck tightly again, he brushes his lips against mine once more, tugging them slightly with his teeth. And when I roll my hips against his, a smile breaks out on his mouth.

With one swift movement, Desmond lifts me up and sits me on the counter, fitting himself between my legs. With his hands in my hair, his fingers digging