“Marc…” I whispered, voice trembling with need.

“Shh. Just keeping you warm, baby girl.” But his big hand rested possessively on my hip, fingers flexing like he was barely holding himself back.

I shifted deliberately, pressing back against him. My shorts rode up, and suddenly the heavy ridge of his erection slotted perfectly between my cheeks. A soft, needy whimper escaped me.

He went completely still. Then, voice rough as gravel, “Harper… you keep rubbing that sweet little ass on me and I’m not gonna be able to pretend I don’t know how fucking wet you are right now.”

My face burned with shame and arousal. My pussy clenched hard,...