Jane's POV
I was relieved that he couldn't see in the dark, the way my chest was heaving badly and how I rubbed my thighs together to cage the burning sensation. Or how I had my arms wrapped around me. But in the next moment, he was over me. His head was lost in the crook of my neck. He was still in his clothes but they couldn't hide the heat his body was emitting and I knew I was in for a very long and sinful night. But I don't know why it felt so right. So natural. Under his crushing weight, I found myself giving into lust. This man's proximity was clouding every last bit of conscience in me.
When his hands came to cage my wrists and took my arms above my head. All I could feel was his chest over me and somehow that sinfully carved hard metal like chest again manages to make me feel so
