Her hips bucked against his hand. Little moans issued from her throat as her kisses became more intense. The fabric against his fingers grew damp.
She felt herself gush when Kellan slipped her hands underneath her shirt and unhooked her bra, her nipples hardening first in Kellan’s palm, then against her tongue.
I might laugh if I had the air. I drag my hand down his chest to press against his cock. “Punish me later if you want to. Just give us what we both need now.”
She’d closed her eyes again, the bad girl, and she hadn’t expected it. He would chastise her in a moment, but right now she was coming, as he’d promised her, pulsing in his mouth.
Rafael practically invites me in when he presses two fingers against that tight muscle and slips them inside. I watch, momentarily stunned to see him so boldly stretch himself for me.
The word “more” ripped out of Amanda’s throat before it had registered in her mind. Usually, it would have embarrassed her, but there was no room for embarrassment here. Just passion and sharp-sided need.