“You’re so impatient, Princess,” Shane murmured.
“Don’t you think we’ve waited enough?” I asked.
He doesn’t answer me but his fingers do. I raise myself up so his fingers can get in between my legs. He doesn’t hurry either, his fingers pinch the inner fat of my thigh and I groan. His eyes lit up as he took his time touching me, as if his flesh on mine made him a new man. As if it were a new thing, a new sensation he hasn’t felt before.
“Damn it, Shane. If you’re not going to f**k me, I need you to touch me.”
“Touch you?” Shane asked teasingly. His fingers poked my sensitive core and I jerked.
“You’re a tease,” I pouted. Shane leaned in.
“I did what you wanted, didn’t I?” Shane asked. His breath was on my cheek and a delicious shiver slid up my spine.
“You know what I want.”
“Do I
