Kendra’s POV
“You’re hard,” I whispered, and the words barely made it past my lips. I wasn’t even sure if I meant to say them out loud.
But he heard me.
He let out a low chuckle, dark and heavy, and rolled his hips against me again, slower this time, to the rhythm of the music, more deliberate. The thick pressure of him dragged across my body, and I bit down hard on my bottom lip to keep another sound from slipping out.
“This is what you do to me,” he said, voice rough and full of heat. “You make me lose control. And that has never happened to me before.”
His words wrapped around me tighter than his arms. There was something raw in them. Unfamiliar. And the worst part was that I felt it too.
I was soaked.
The slick ache between my thighs made me shiver. Cold air brushed between my l
