I should've said no. I should've pushed him off. But instead… my hips twitched. Just the tiniest shift forward.
His sharp inhale snapped against my ear like thunder. "That's it…"
My body betrayed me. I grinded again—slow, small. Once. Twice. I stopped counting in my head.
"God, Aria," he groaned, voice cracking with need.
He was still clothed. I was still clothed. But it felt filthy. Raw. Desperate. Like if we moved just a little more, we'd both unravel. My panties were clinging to me now, soaked and useless, and the thick line of his cock beneath his pants was hitting just right.
"I only think about you."
A beat of silence. One of his hands slid up my back, fumbling with the clasp of my bra like he couldn't decide if he wanted to rip it off or worship what was underneath.
"Kael—no," I hissed, catching his wrist before he could unhook it.
He growled softly, frustration and fever all tangled up in his touch. "Just one second… just let me—"
