Chapter 11

She realized her thighs were still clamped tightly around his hand and heat flooded her face. She relaxed her thighs but kept her fingers wrapped around his wrist and, with an agonizing slowness that had her moaning softly, he slid his finger out of her. He let his thumb brush against her clit, and she gave a loud cry and squeezed her thighs around his hand, trapping it against her again.

He chuckled, a warm sound that she felt more than heard, and sucked on her earlobe again.

“I’m starting to think you don’t want me to stop, girl.”

He circled her clit with the pad of this thumb before rubbing it firmly.

“Should I stop?”

“No! I mean aye. I mean— I— I don’t know,” she whimpered helplessly.

“Take your time to decide,” he breathed into her ear and stroked and rubbed her clit once more.

With a soft moan of need she opened her legs wide and released his wrist. He chuckled again. She knew she should have been embarrassed but his fingers were rubbi