Jane’s POV
I stayed pressed against Kevin, my breasts soft and heavy against his chest, my hand resting low on his stomach. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could feel it. The warmth of his body, the solid muscle under my palm, the way he smelled clean sweat mixed with whatever soap he used made my head feel fuzzy. I was wet. Really wet. My panties were sticking to me and every small shift of my thighs made me more aware of it.
He still hadn’t touched me back. His hands stayed clenched at his sides. I could see the conflict in his face. His jaw tight, breathing heavier, eyes dark. But he wasn’t pulling away either. That gave me courage.
I slid my hand lower, slowly, until my fingers brushed over the hard bulge in his jeans. He was thick. Harder than I expected. I rubbed him g
