“Marielle, you are pushing me to the very edge of my control,”
he admitted, burying his face in the crook of her neck.


“Well then, I’ll have to see what I can do to push you past it. I want to see you when you aren’t thinking and analyzing everything,” she said.


“I’m not sure that’s a smart idea,” he said.
“

I thought we’d decided this wasn’t our most intelligent decision,” she said, shifting on him to run her finger down the side of his jaw to his mouth.

She drew her finger over his lips.
He groaned and shook his head, sucking her finger into his mouth. He needed to take charge but every time he did that he saw the finish line and he wanted...Marielle and this entire night to last as long as it could.