The space between them shrank. Each step he took made the air heavier, pressing down on both of them.
When he stopped in front of her, they were so close she could feel the heat of his body radiating against her skin, the hardness of his c**k and its eagerness to pop out from his zipper. He didn’t touch her at first. He just looked down at her, his jaw tight, his breathing uneven.
Finally, he lifted a hand.
It moved slowly, carefully, until his fingers touched her chin. His touch was gentle, almost tender, tilting her face upward so her eyes met his.
Her lips parted slightly, a gasp slipping out at the contact. Her entire body shivered at the warmth of his skin against hers.
“You weren’t facing the right way,” he muttered softly, his excuse weak, his voice husky and breaking. “I just
