I was laid down on the bed, my body sinking into the plush mattress as Tyson hovered right above me. His lips were still on mine, capturing every breath, every soft moan that escaped. His body was so close, the heat of him blanketing me, but not quite touching—just teasing. I ached for contact, for his weight to press into me, but he held himself just out of reach, keeping me on edge.
Instinctively, my legs spread, making space for him, silently inviting him to take what was his. But instead of feeling his hips settle between my thighs, I felt something else.
Fingers.
A breathless gasp left my lips as Jaxon’s mouth found my neck, his tongue tracing lazy circles on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. His fingers, warm and slightly rough, teased my entrance, barely touching but enough
