"I like to think I have more self-control than that," Derek replied, and slowly locked the front and sides of the belt, admiring the way the leather looked against her skin. When he finished, he leaned down, caged her body with his own, her legs between his, his hands on either side of her. "You won't be ignored, Allison," he promised, holding her gaze. "And while I appreciate you trying to take the blame, the fact remains that my reaction was inappropriate. You're a teenager, and only two months caught. You're still getting used to this life, which asks you to be shameless, aroused, and ready to give pleasure at any moment."
He bent his head, claimed her mouth, waiting for her to open to him.