Tiana's POV

The movie’s screams faded into meaningless background noise as Lucas slowly pulled his fingers from between my legs, leaving me panting and achingly empty. My soaked lace panties clung to my swollen folds, and I could feel my own warmth trickling down the insides of my thighs in slow, sinful trails. My heart hammered wildly in my chest. Before I could even try to steady my breathing, Lucas gripped my hips firmly and tugged me sideways across his lap so my back pressed flush against his solid chest, my legs spread wide over his strong thighs.

His hand immediately returned under my skirt. This time there was no...