The sound again was like an electric shock, making the hair on my arms stand on end.
"Ooh, that's quite a growl," I teased, my voice muffled by his hand but still carrying a playful note. "Love it when you talk that way to me."
He rumbled again, a low vibration against my back. His body pressed even harder against mine, if that was even possible. And then I felt it – something hard and unmistakable poking into my lower back. It didn't take a genius to figure out what that was.
"If I were you, I'd choose your next words very, very carefully," he warned, his voice thick with suppressed desire.
"Maybe I should make my words as hard as you're making this for yourself," I whispered back, just to provoke him further. I rose onto my tiptoes, deliberately grinding my backside against his very
