Stephanie's face burned as she just wished the ground would swallow her fully. She had been so caught up with him that she had failed to realize she had not been wearing an undergarment at all, and when he had touched her, she had felt her body tingling in her lower stomach, butterflies that shivered and tickled through her.
She shifted as she sat up to move a bit, but that made things even worse, as her inner thigh now rested on his stomach. They were now making contact, and his eyes—yes, where they were—locked on it.
Stephanie's face burned as she moved to cover herself and stand, but Zekel caught her hands before she could. His gaze moved to her ever so slowly.
"Now move your hips on me, front and back," he huskily whispered. Her eyes widened. He had only planned to see her, but he had ended up fighting his own internal battles, seeing her on atop of him, lying comfortably with his view on her.
