Abel moved to stand behind me and knelt between my legs, his powerful hands cupping my ass, gripping and spreading me wide. I swallowed, nervous with anticipation.
“Eyes on me,” he rasped.
I turned my gaze to him and watched, turned on, nervous, excited, embarrassed, wanting. I hated my body for wanting this. Something trickled down my inner thigh. My arousal, I knew.
Fuck.
His eyes lit up mischievously. I suppressed a groan. “You're dripping hard for me, Lana.” I hated the sexy way he said my name. So delicately like he had peppermint candy in his mouth and he was trying his best not to sink his teeth into it.
He leaned his head down. His tongue must've caught the drop. He slid his hot tongue up all along my thigh until he reached my core. My ass cracks.
I made some non-committal so
