He immediately shifted his weight, one knee nudging my thighs farther apart.The hand that had been worshipping my breast trailed down my side, fingertips dragging slow fire across my ribs, over the soft curve of my stomach, until he reached the waistband of my denim shorts.“Gonna show you, then,” he murmured, voice gravel-rough and thick with intent.“I’m waiting…” I breathed, anticipation making my voice tremble.He hooked two fingers under the fabric and tugged my shorts down inch by torturous inch, peeling them off my legs until they hit the floor. Cool air kissed the damp lace of my thong. I shivered—not from the chill, but from the way his gaze dropped straight to the dark, wet spot between my thighs like it was a prize he’d already claimed.“Look at you,” he breathed, almost reverent. “Soaked through just from my mouth on your tits. You’re dripping for me, aren’t you, baby?”I bit my lip hard and nodded, too wound up to form full sentences.“Say it,” he demanded softly, thumb
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