Rae's POV
After a few minutes, the room felt smaller suddenly. Zara was still straddling my lap, her thighs warm against mine, her hands still cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing over my n*****s in slow, absent circles like she hadn't quite realized she should stop.
My top was pushed up to my collarbone, the fabric bunched under my arms, my chest bare and flushed.
My breathing was uneven, my skin tingling everywhere she'd touched-my n*****s aching from her mouth, my stomach quivering from the way her fingers had trailed down it, my core throbbing from the vibrator she'd just turned off and set on the coffee table.
I stared at her-really stared-and the haze of wine and heat and the movie's explicit scene cleared just enough for guilt to crash in like cold water.
Zara must have seen i
