Dylan's palm found her soft, bare ass, caressing it in slow, deliberate circles. The warmth of his touch seeped through her skin, sending a tremor down her spine. Her breath escaped in a shaky rush, tangled in anticipation.
But the spank she was expecting never came. Not yet.
He towered over her, his nose into her hair and he sniffed it. When his eyes shot open, it was dark. Dangerous. And full of need.
His finger traced the delicate line of her collarbone, gliding down her spine, then trailing lower… until it found her hand. He grabbed it and guided it straight to the thick, pulsing bulge in his pants.
"Do you realize what you do to me, Miss Olivia? I haven't even started anything and I can barely concentrate. What should I do to you?"
Her heart pounded like a drum inside her chest, her mind spinning out of control. Heat gathered between her thighs, warm and slick, like molten need threatening to spill.
"I…" she paused, words refusing to come out.
