292. Handle it.
"Lift your hands," she ordered.
Jael's eyes twinkled but he did not attempt to take his hands from her body.
"Jael," she called in annoyance. "I can't take your shirt off, it will be your fault we will be late.
"Sourpuss," he whispered under his breath.
"I am not," Mauve said, somehow the word annoyed her more than it should and she knew it was because he had called her this in a similar situation.
"Really?" He asked, his eyes glinting. Mauve could tell he was up to no good.
"I already said I am not, I don't have to repeat…" The rest of her words drowned out as a gasp escaped her lips, followed by a soft moan.
Jael's hand grabbing her bum slipped downward and up her front, his fingers grazing her sensitive parts.
"Jael," she cried, letting go of his shirt as she leaned against him for support.
He rubbed his fingers around her folds and she closed her legs, his fingers sending jolts of electricity all around her body.