“Yes,” I whisper.
His fingers dive into the other cup, sliding the lace down until air kisses both breasts. “Gorgeous,” he growls, playing with one nipple and moving to the other. “So fucking lush.”
I moan and wiggle against the erection digging into my back. My tummy trembles as he trails his fingertips down the middle of my ribcage until they hover over the waistband of my skirt.
“Have you let him touch you?”
I purse my lips together. What I’ve done with Drew is none of Roman’s damn business.
His fingers slip under the band and slide straight into my panties. A moan slips free as he cups my naked heat. My body is already dancing on the edge. It won’t take much to push me over. The sight of us in the mirror-him holding me with his hand wrapped in my hair, forcing my head back while my breasts spill out of my bra-is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
I want to burn the image into my brain.