Edin’s lips curved back up into a smirk, and I couldn’t tell if I was relieved or disappointed when those fingers drew up—away from my dick—and feathered lightly over the short hair between my pecs. “I like it,” he rumbled, his big pupils widening as he looked at me. “I…” My heart was racing, and sweat prickled at my hairline. “Uh… good,” I said lamely, mouth dry and brain totally empty from Edin’s proximity.
