Rafael's POV

Iris let out a shaky breath that turned into a tiny whimper.

I kept my hand firmly between her legs, palm pressed against the soaked fabric of her leggings, rubbing slow, deliberate circles right over her clit. Every pass made her thighs tremble harder.

“Rafael...fuck...” She tried to lift her hips away from the pressure. I locked my other arm around her waist and pulled her straight back down onto my lap.

“Stay.” My voice came out low, more growl than word. I nosed along the side of her neck, inhaling the sharp, sweet edge of her scent. “You smell even better like this. Full and needy and...