Victoria.
I froze, utterly dumbfounded. What the hell am I doing? In full panic mode, I shifted—and sat on his face.
I felt his lips brush against my most sensitive spot, and something warm swiped across my folds. A shiver shot through me. Oh my God. I squealed, horrified at how much worse I was making this. Meanwhile, his body stirred below me, and his ar0usal—unmistakable and very awake—pressed against his pants, forming a mountain.
“Mmh...” he mumbled, his voice low and groggy.
That was it—I bolted. I dropped to the floor, scrambled to my feet, and dashed out of the room like my life depended on it. Slamming my door shut, I leaned against it, my chest heaving, heart racing, and legs barely holding me up. I clapped both hands over my mouth, trying to stifle my ragged breathing.
