[CAMI]
My fingers thread Zeke’s curls as he continues kissing my neck, caging me to the floor with his arms and body. I melt under him, thighs parting as instinct kicks in. He groans against my throat and hikes my dress up higher, dragging the silk over my hips until I'm naked beneath him.
His fingers graze my inner thighs. I gasp as his hand finds the wet, aching mess between my legs. “Still dripping for me,” he whispers darkly. “Every damn time.”
My back arches as his palm moves with expert pressure, the pads of his fingers circling, teasing, driving me to the edge in mere seconds. His other hand slips into my hair, fisting it, dragging my head forward so his mouth can trail hot kisses down my throat.
“Zeke—” I whimper, my voice all wrecked and needy. I shouldn’t be enjoying this. I
