It wasn’t the first time she had thought of him this way—far from it. His blue eyes were dark with need, his jaw clenched as he struggled to hold on. Her moans spilled out in sharp, breathless gasps, each one punctuated by the wet slap of skin against skin. Her fingers tightened in his shirt, her nails digging into the fabric as she tilted her head back to look up at him. Just a little longer.”
Jack groaned, his hands gripping her thighs, his fingers digging into her flesh. Nora propped herself up on her elbow, her gaze lingering on him as he pulled on a pair of boxers and then a t-shirt. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, echoing in the tiny room, but she bit her lip to stifle them, her cheeks flushing at the thought of someone overhearing. She let herself imagine slowly undressing for him, his eyes turning from shock to desire.
