MEL

Connor let out a deep growl against my lips as his fingers tugged at the thin strap of my lace thong, pulling them off to the side until they were wedged out of the way. Without breaking from the kiss, he pressed two fingers directly against my soaked, swollen clit, grinding in small circles.

A loud, helpless moan tore out of my chest. I threw my head back, my teeth sinking into my lower lip so hard I nearly drew blood, just to keep from screaming. The friction was incredible, sending electric jolts of heat straight down my spine and pooling between my legs.

I couldn't stop myself—I started...