Pucking Forbidden Claim
Whether he realizes it or not, this is something.
“You’re not freaking out.” I smirk against his skin.
He replies with a scoff, low and rough. “You were expecting me to?”
I chuckle. “Wouldn’t be the first time you lost your shit over something soft.”
He tenses just a little, but I feel the way his chest moves, something close to a huff of amusement, even if he won’t admit it.
Shifting, I press in closer, letting my hand slide up his back, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my palm. “You like this,” I murmur, my lips barely brushing against his shoulder. “You can act like you don’t, but your body says otherwise.”