Chapter 82: Liar Liar pants on fire

CAT 

Will puts me down on his bed and kisses me as he fumbles with my clothes. He reaches for my waist, then tries to snake his hand up my thigh. When he remembers it's a romper, he reaches for the neckline only to be obstructed by the tiny buttons lining the front. 

He groans in frustration. "You are not allowed to wear this kind of thing again." 

My response comes off as a moan. 

I hate being told what to do, especially by a man. But that's an order I'm willing to obey. 

When he grabs the damn romper with both hands and impatiently tears it down my body, I change my mind. I don't want to obey him. I want to rile him up. I want to test his limits bit by bit, and I want to go up in the flames of the repercussions. 

This man is dangerous, bordering on scary even. But I'm starting to discover danger isn't exactly a bad thing. I like it. 

There's only one thing I'm not sure I'm ready for yet…