The sudden movement pressed her core directly against him, and even through their clothing, the friction made her gasp.
Laura had never felt anything like it—an electric, burning connection that made her tremble uncontrollably.
Laura's mind spun in confusion.
Every part of her wanted to pull away, to regain control, but every nerve in her body screamed the opposite.
She could feel herself growing wet, her heat building bit by bit, pooling deep inside her with a slow, insistent insistence.
Her breath hitched with each subtle shift of his hips, each brush of his hands over her skin.
Time seemed to stretch. The world outside the room faded to nothing.
All she could feel was him—his hands gripping her firmly, his lips and tongue exploring hers, the hard press of his body beneath her.
Even with clothes between them, the sensation was maddening, sending tremors through her core.
Waves of warmth and desire coursed through her, making her chest rise and fall rapidly.
