Flames spread across my skin, and my breathing turns ragged, my underwear drenched with arousal. With another divine rock of his hips, I gasp and dig my heels into his backside, trying to pull him closer. His hands bracket my waist, holding me in place and hindering my efforts. “Nash.” A whimper slips through my lips. I’m fevered, frantic with need. “Please.” A low hum rumbles in his chest. “Good girl.”
