“But you didn’t get hard for Clara, did you, baby?” I bite out, inching closer. I’m fucking intoxicated, struggling to stop myself from licking him like an ice cream cone. “I can always test it real quick.” My fingers slide from his throat to cup his jaw, my eyes zeroing in on his luscious, tempting lips. He shudders and drops his arm from my neck to shove it against my chest. Only, it’s trembling. Like the rest of him. And he’s not pushing. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down. “Don’t you dare.” “Or what, baby?”
