He leans forward until the tip of his nose grazes mine, his breath fluttering on my cheek. “Though I do love the way your cheeks flush when you’re scared.” In a slow, testing motion, he presses his hips forward until I can feel his erection through his pants, the friction of the fabric on my bare legs sending sparks up them. My blood pounds in my ears and my body trembles with the desire to rock forward into him too.
