Pleasure coils low in my belly. I grind my pelvis against him, and his hips rock into me as he kisses me harder. A moan escapes me. I lower my hands to his shoulders, my fingers tracing the curves and dips of his back. Thorne stills under my touch. In the next heartbeat, he jerks away, retreating until he’s no longer within reach. I instantly miss the warmth of him. The demanding press of his lips on mine.
