Roland’s finger finally brushed her slick folds and Leah’s hips jerked at the contact. The touch was light and lazy.
“You’re already dripping for me,” he murmured hungrily.
Leah’s back arched. “Roland…”
“Hmm?” he said smugly, watching how her body reacted to just the barest touch. “Sensitive, aren’t we?”
“Don’t tease,” she panted, trying to shift her hips to meet more of his touch. She needed more. Desperately.
“Oh, but I like teasing you,” he murmured, rubbing slow, rhythmic circles around her center, never giving her what she needed.
Just when her hips lifted, chasing more, he pulled back, grinning devilishly.
“I’ve got a game for you,” he said as he drew lazy, slow circles over her most sensitive spot. “If you want more, you’ll have to earn it.”
Leah hissed. “What kind of game?”
