She gasped again and her knees buckled. He caught her easily, supporting her weight against his chest as he continued moving his fingers inside her.
“Agh, ugh, f**k…this…is so wrong…mmm…there,” she moaned, not even understanding what she was saying anymore.
He dipped his head and began to brush soft kisses along the curve of her neck. “You can still walk out,” he whispered between kisses. “But if you stay… I’m not stopping.”
Leah’s head fell back against his shoulder as her fingers gripped his forearm. His mouth found the sensitive spot behind her ear, and she let out a quiet, broken gasp.
He chuckled low. “There she is.”
She felt like she was so easy that a few well-placed touches and words could melt her willpower into something fragile and desperate.
But she’d missed this.
He sm
