I don’t know why, but I like that she’s worried about them waking up. It’s not that Clay thinks she’s doing something bad that turns me on. It’s that she can’t stop herself. “We can do to each other anything a guy can do to us,” I whisper, repeating the same thing I said on the field. “I can be inside you.” I flick her ear with my tongue as I slide my hand down between our legs. “You can ride me.”
