Fire and Ash (Spitfire)

when you have a secret, something intimate about yourself, it’s easy to feel like they already know. Like every little choice you make is a glowing neon sign that outs you without even realizing it.

when you have a secret, something intimate about yourself, it’s easy to feel like they already know. Like every little choice you make is a glowing neon sign that outs you without even realizing it.

“Take your fucking pants off,” he bites out in a sexy command.
I tense for only a moment. It’s not that I have a problem bottoming—it’s just that I’m not usually so eager to do so. But apparently, when this guy says jump, I say fuck me.

I’m fifty-percent turned on and fifty-percent glad to be alive.
Okay, maybe ninety-ten.

I’m either about to be fucked or murdered, and my body is wound so tight in arousal and anticipation it doesn’t seem to know the difference.