The word rang in my ears
Jasmine didn’t pounce, and she didn’t rush. She simply held my gaze for another long, breathless moment, as if giving me one final chance to change my mind. Then she climbed onto the bed steadily with a certain grace, the mattress dipping under her weight. The air between us felt thick enough to choke on. My hand was still trembling where it had reached for her, fingers slick from my own arousal. She noticed.
Of course, she noticed.
Her fingers brushed mine first before sliding up to cup my cheek. Her thumb swept across my flushed skin, wiping away a strand of hair that had stuck there. Up close like this, I could smell her warm skin, faint vanilla lotion, and something uniquely her that made my stomach tighten with fresh need.
“You’re shaking,” she whispered.
