He had his hand on the back of my neck, the intensity of the pressure sending my body into a tangle of contradictory emotions. His grip was possessive, but his eyes were asking permission. His skin held the power of control but his electric touch revealed his vulnerability. The barely friend-zoned game of cat and mouse between us was almost too much for him. His desire finally won out and his lips hovered close to mine before they devoured me in a desperate kiss. Hot, wanting, craving. A hunger so strong I could feel his every movement to its core.