And her body responded before her mind could argue--skin flushed, core clenching, breath turning shallow. Her thighs tensed around the ache building inside her, damp and warm, already betraying her.
Then, without speaking, she turned in his arms.
It wasn't a decision.
It was gravity.
As if some part of her needed to escape the weight of him--while another part already knew she belonged in it.
Her skin peeled softly from his, the cold giving way to the soft glow of rising heat as she moved. She curled inward, naked and trembling, pressing her chest to his torso, her cheek settling against the broad, unyielding slab of his pec. Her arms wrapped around his waist instinctively--like she needed to anchor herself, to hold on to something real.
Her n*****s dragged across his abs--firm, defi
