With a roughness that shocks and excites me, Rylie pushes me onto the bed, staring at me for a heartbeat. I watch a small tremble move through him, and he shakes his head like he can’t believe I’m actually there. With a swift movement, he rips off his glasses, tossing them to the side, then plants one knee on the mattress in the space between my legs, making my weight slide toward the dip. Instinctually, I move, seeking friction against his thigh, but then I lock my muscles, forcing myself to be calm. “Uh-uh,” Rylie says, a dark wickedness to his voice. He leans over me, palms on either side
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