"You smell good."
The heat of his breath against the back of her neck, made her shiver. Who knew that she had such a sensitive spot just below her ear? Who could have known little tendrils of desire would attach themselves to her suddenly, over-sensitive nipples and burn a trail down to her nether parts.
Warmth settled in her middle as an unfamiliar heat pooled between her legs. She fought the urge to stiffen her spine. She didn't want him to think he made her uncomfortable. If anything, he made her feel alive for the first time in her life.
Relaxing against him, she sighed when his lips touched her neck softly. His calloused hands brushed down her arms and wrapped around her to pull her rear back against his hips. The press of rigid flesh between her buttocks was nearly her undoing. Suddenly, she didn't care that this man was a virtual stranger. All she cared about was how he made her feel. What he made her feel.
"I love the feel of your body rubbing against mine," he whispered in her ear as he nibbled gently on the lobe.
She groaned when his thumbs brushed over her nipples, causing them both to pebble against the soft cotton of her pajama top.
He shouldn't be doing this. She shouldn't let him. Something deep inside her said it was wrong, yet she was powerless to stop it. Her arms and legs felt like gelatin and she couldn't force herself to voice her protest.
Even when her mind said no, her hand reached up and covered his. She pressed his hands harder against her breasts and instinctively wriggled her bottom against his hard cock.