The rigid column of his manhood connected with her belly, sliding downward on the thin sheen of oil. The feeling of his steely hardness against her aroused sex . . . it nearly undid her, there and then. She whimpered with frustrated desire, rolling her hips to seek more contact. He froze again. “Don’t stop,” she begged, breathless. “Please. I’m fine. I promise. I’m very, very, very fine.” He hushed her. “Don’t make a move.” “Why not?” “Because we’re not alone.”
