It didn't take long.
The moment her touch became bolder, Ross let out a low growl against her lips, his hips shifting slightly toward her hand.
She felt it then—the twitch, the pulse—followed by the rapid swell of hardness.
In seconds, the monster in his pants surged awake, growing bigger, harder, until it was straining against the confines of his jeans like a wild animal desperate to break free.
Jasmine broke the kiss for air, gasping softly as she looked down and saw the outline pressing against his pants.
Her lips parted in awe, her cheeks flushed crimson.
"God… Ross," she whispered, voice trembling with need.
Fifteen inches. Thick, throbbing, and impossibly hard.
Just the sight of it had her thighs clenching, heat pooling between her legs.
She swallowed hard, her fingers tracing the rigid length as if to confirm it was real.
Ross smirked at her reaction, his eyes dark with lust and dominance.
