“Her hands clutched at his upper arms. “Y-you make me feel…” He glanced up at her, saw the way she was biting her lower lip and the tortured frown between her closed eyes. “What do I make you feel, honey?” he prompted in a low voice, unable to look away from her beautiful face, and he rubbed the heel of his palm against the hard bud of her clitoris. Her body went wire taut, arching like a hunter’s bow as she gasped for him. “Unbalanced.”
Book:Wild Burn