The hardness of his muscles felt incredible against her. Anxiety threatened to consume her, but she refused to let it win. He wasn’t Cameron and he wasn’t taking this from her. The movement of his body against hers wasn’t forceful, wasn’t demanding. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips along the side of her jaw and down to the erogenous spot right below her ear. “So good, Brea. You feel so good beneath me.” And he felt so good on top of her. Her legs spread on their own to accept the width of his hips between them. The hard length of his arousal pressed against her silk panties, moving the material against her saturated flesh. She was so wet for him, so ready to take him into her body. The bottom of her dress was pushed obscenely up to her waist, showing her lower half and panty-covered mound, if he was so inclined to take a look himself. Mouth hot and wet, Adrian continued kissing her. Their hips started moving as if they had a mind of their own, a mindless rubbing and thrusting against each other that made her body hotter with need.
