Hard Sins: Into the night series
It had been so long since I felt wanted.
I closed my eyes and tried to chase it. My fingers slipped between my thighs, finding warmth and wetness. I circled slowly, imagining strong hands on my skin, a hungry mouth, someone who actually craved me. My breath caught. For a moment it felt good, really good. My hips lifted slightly as I slid a finger inside, then two.
But the fantasy kept breaking apart. Marcus's tired, distant face kept pushing in. The way he had rolled over the last time I tried to touch him. The way he complimented dinner but never my body. The pleasure faded. Frustration took its place.