Then I heard Jane's voice from the hallway.
"Rhett, wrap up your chat and let's head out. You have classes tomorrow," Jane's voice called out from downstairs.
He muttered a vague response, his hand slipping beneath my collar. The soft contact elicited a low groan from him.
Jane didn't leave; her footsteps lingered near the stairs as she chatted with my dad. I could barely breathe, caught in a wave of terrifying pleasure. I bit my lip hard to keep silent.
He pulled back, breathing heavily, but his other hand unexpectedly moved lower. Within moments, a wave of heat gathered between us.
He let out a low chuckle. "And you're still trying to claim you don't want this? Be a good girl. One more time."
My eyes widened in shock. Taking advantage of my gasp, he leaned down and kissed me thorou
