“And to do that, I’d slow down to your speed.” “And what’s your speed?” I ask. “Much faster.” He watches my reaction as he dips his hand beneath the band of my panties. My mouth opens in a heady breath. “Harder,” he says lowly. His fingers brush the inside of my thigh before he pulls off the fabric. “Deeper.” He peels the wet shirt off my arms, my lungs expanding in a strong breath.
