"Take it off."
The words sent a shiver down my spine, my skin prickling with heat. His other hand slid up my thigh, his touch burning through the thin fabric of my jeans, inching closer to where I ached for him. His lips hovered just above mine, his breath hot against my mouth as he whispered, "Or should I do it for you?"
My breath hitched, my body arching into him without permission. His smirk was sinful, knowing, as his fingers traced the waistband of my jeans, teasing the sensitive skin just beneath. "You're already wet for me, aren't you?" His voice was a dark murmur, his lips brushing mine with every word. "I can feel it. The way you're trembling. The way your breath catches when I touch you like this."
