“Marissa,” he said softly, but there was nothing gentle about it. His voice was low, controlled to the point of fracture. “Walk away. Now. Or I won’t be able to stop myself.”
The sound slipped from me before I could cage it—a quiet, helpless moan.
I lifted my chin, meeting his gaze.
“Don’t,” I whispered. “Don’t stop yourself, Carlton.”
His last bit of restraint snapped, along with the clasp of my bra
