Wicked Game

ROWAN’S POV

Not when I press closer and roll my hips against him in a slow, filthy grind, rubbing the bare heat of my pussy against the thick, hard line of his cock through his trousers.

Not when his hands slide down to grip my waist tighter. Not when I take one of his wrists and guide his palm under the hem of the slip, higher and higher, until his fingers brush bare skin.

He goes still for half