Which found me instantly. Harlan stopped mid-step as his eyes widened slightly. I didn't move, suddenly losing all the confidence I was pretending to have.
"Sorsha," he practically growled.
God, that was so hot.
"Harlan," I replied, happy that my voice came out steady.
Holy sh.it, is his d***k already tenting his towel?
"Jesus Christ, Wildcat," he groaned, taking a step closer to me. "What the hell you doing?"
"Waiting for you."
"To do what?"
That got a giggle out of me.
"Obviously to touch me, lick me, ravish me," I replied. "Am I supposed to get myself off?"
Harlan's eyes pulled away from my body to lock onto mine.
"You play with yourself often?" he asked in a dark tone, taking another step closer.
"I wouldn't say often," I mumbled.
"Show me," he demanded.
"Huh?" I blurted,
