I slid my hands higher along her inner thighs, my palms smoothing over the warm, soft expanse of skin. She shivered under my touch, tiny bumps rising in the wake of my fingers.
Belle's breathing changed. Shorter. Faster.
"You're taking your time."
"I promised I would."
"I changed my mind. Go faster."
"No."
Her eyes narrowed into slits of frustration. "Monroe—"
I pressed my thumb against the fabric covering her, right where dampness had already started to soak through the black lace. The pressure pulled a sound from her throat. High. Breathy. Almost a whine.
"Oh god."
"Still want me to go faster?"
"I hate you."
"No you don't."
I slipped my fingers under the elastic band of her panties and started pulling them down. She raised her hips without me asking, helping me slide the thin fabric down her thighs, past her knees, until I could pull them free completely. They landed somewhere on the floor behind me. I didn't care where.
