He knew exactly what he was doing, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin on the inside of my thigh, back and forth, building this tension that made my breath catch.

I could smell him, that mix of sweat and his cologne, and it was driving me crazy, my mind racing with dirty thoughts I never let myself have before.

What if he keeps going? What if his fingers slip under my shorts? Fuck, I want them to, I want him to feel how soaked I’m getting just from this.

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my cool, but my hand slid down his arm, fingers tracing the muscles there before...