Should’ve worn a skirt. She wouldn’t have had to wait then. Each second that ticked by, each second it took him to get past the denim, each second they weren’t skin to skin was a second too much too bear. She flattened her palm against his length, pushing her fingertips between his thighs to feel the bulge of his balls. If he hadn’t had his pants on, she might have explored even farther. There was something absolutely enticing about the velvety soft skin behind a man’s balls, the way it contrasted with the coarser hair he invariably had everyplace else. She found it hard to stay away from whenever she had access to it, which, granted, was not very often, so if she got the chance here, she was damn well going to take it.
He pulled the edge of her bra down with his teeth, exposing her to th
