KAYLEE
Thankfully, Jace’s answer came in the form of action and not words. And although I had been craving it, I yelped in surprise when his right hand suddenly found itself under the lace panties I had bought for this trip. His fingers were at my center in a heartbeat, applying pressure and nothing else.
He didn’t move. He didn’t rub. It was frustrating and after a few seconds; I was ready to curse him out to hell and back. My hands tugged at the restraints, but I wasn’t going anywhere. “Jace,” I meant to say his name like a warning, but it came out more pleading.
Jace’s warm breath fanned my cheek. He plastered his body to my back, but still, his fingers didn’t move. I tried to move my hips and force some form of friction. I didn’t think I needed much to get off, but it didn’t work. H
