Kylie’s Pov
Oh God. He actually wanted details. A part of me hesitated, but another—one that was quickly winning—wanted to tell him anything, if it kept him moving closer to that unbearable ache he’d built between my thighs. “Me on top, riding you. You, take me from behind.” His thumbs slipped beneath my panties, inching them down in a maddeningly slow tease. I let out a breathy laugh, half-desperate. “God, all different ways and places. The shower, your bed, the SUV again.”
His voice was a low murmur, like velvet on my skin. “You’ve spent a lot of time thinking about my c**k inside you.”
“Yes.” The word escaped me almost like a confession, and when my panties finally hit the floor, he glanced up, that slow, crooked grin doing wicked things to my heart rate.
“I’ve said it before, and
