Tylor’s hand felt perfect, tight and warm against her skin, his fingers digging into her waist. The English major was straddling him, his back pressed against the headboard. Anna raised her head, blinking at him.
Before she could say anything, the footballer but her on the underside of her jaw because he can, she whimpered, tightening her fingers in his hair. Anna felt her toes curl around at the impact.
She tipped her head back, exposing her milky white skin. A whimper escaped from her throat, low and rumbling. He was pressed deliciously against her, enough to make her breathless. Her legs dug into the sides of his thigh, bracketing his lips as she tried to move against him.
“Please,” She gasped, meeting his eyes.
Tylor grinned back at her.
Neither of them realised that the door w
