GAZELLE'S POV
I shook my head quickly from one side to the other as I stayed pressed against his hard chest. He smelt delicious, like himself, expensive perfumes and sex.
"Are you telling me, then, that if I take the rest of your clothes off I wouldn't find you driving wet for me."
I couldn't even bring myself to answer that, because being honest would be embarrassing, and being dishonest could easily end badly for me.
I was soaking for him. The combination of his arms around me, met with the soft deliciousness of his voice and the way he smelled was doing so many different things to my mental space.
"Answer me, Gazelle. Or would you prefer that I go ahead and find out for myself?" He nipped at my ear as he spoke this time.
My body was still shaking with the different emotions that barelled through me without a destination.
"Plea... please... I... I don't..." I stuttered shamelessly, unable to form a single sentence to help me defend myself.
His fingers trailed my cheeks then, soft b
