Catching Feelings (Orleans University, #2)

by Maren Moore

“I think I told you once that pink was my new favorite color,” he rasps, dragging his gaze to mine and making my cheeks run hot. He said that to me when he had me in nothing but my favorite set of pale pink lace, his eyes burning with need so brightly that I still remember it. I feel the familiar lick of heat inside of me right now, the throb in my clit pulsing in time with my heart. “But I lied. I think it might be this exact shade of purple,” he says, eyeing my dress. My throat feels tight, arousal prickling beneath the surface as I swallow roughly but remain silent. He quickly makes work of my shoes and carefully pulls them off my aching feet. “Thank you,” I whisper. He nods. “Do you need anything else?” Your dick? Preferably balls-deep in me while I ride you? Your tongue inside me? “Nope. I’m good. Thank you, again.”