(Devon) “Cam, what’s wrong?”
He cursed and held her tighter. “Help me,” he rasped.
Her senses dizzy from the scent and feel of him, it took a few moments for the words to register. She stroked her fingers through his thick, soft hair. “Help you?”
His head moved against her hand, as much a show of helpless pleasure as it was a nod. “Help me slow down.”
She shook her head. “I don’t want you to slow down—”
“I want to be gentle,” he said roughly, his warm breath tickling her neck. “But I’m so fucking turned on right now all I can think about is pounding into you.

Autore: Kaylea Cross