I reached up and ran my hand along the solid plane of his chest, over warm skin and ridged abs, watching his muscles flex under my touch. I slid my fingers back up, brushing his nipples—just to test him—and he hissed softly, his body jolting ever so slightly as he trembled against mine.
Interesting.
A slow smile pulled at my lips, but before I could say anything, he leaned down and kissed me again, rougher this time, deeper. His tongue swept against mine, and I moaned into his mouth, arching up to him.
His hips pressed into mine, and I felt it—him—hard and heavy through his pants, perfectly aligned with the spot between my legs that throbbed for attention.
But it wasn't close enough. Not nearly enough.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him down, grinding against him with a breathy moan. The friction made my head spin.
He pulled back slightly, his breath ragged, forehead pressed to mine.
