Astrid
His hands grip my thighs, wrapped around his waist as he feathers my neck with kisses. For a moment, I remind myself that I’m not wearing any panties, but this feels too good to care. I throw my head back in pleasure, a soft moan escaping my lips. I’ve shared many kisses, but none of them come close to what Arlo is doing to me right now. The sparks send a rush of heat to my core as he inches closer and closer up my thighs.
“Astrid,” He groans in warning. I shouldn’t be doing this. I should pull his hands off me and forget this ever happened. But my body is screaming to give in to my deepest desires. “I want to f**k you so bad.” His words make me pause. Not because I’m shocked or horrified. But because his words make me ache between my thighs.
With my eyes locked on his, I shift
