Page 135 of Rescuing Ally: Part 1
Somewhere behind me, Gabe chuckles.
I don’t know where he is exactly—whether he’s to my left, my right, behind me, watching—but I feel him.
His presence is a weight against my senses, his gaze like heat licking across my body, making my skin tingle with awareness.
But he doesn’t touch me.
And somehow, that is the cruelest part of all.
Hank’s lips curve as he watches me squirm, as he watches my body react to his hands.
“You’re already so sensitive, luv.” His voice is silk and sin, a slow, lazy drag over my nerves. “Tell me… what’s setting you off more?” He trails his fingers down my stomach, making my muscles tighten. “My hands?” His palm spreads over my ribcage, moving achingly slow. “Or?—”
Gabe shifts.
Moves.
He circles me like a predator, taking his time.
The not knowing—the delicious anticipation of what he might do—makes my pulse slam against my ribs.
Or maybe it’s the fact that he’s holding back.
I want his touch.Crave it.
The denial of it, the teasing, the taunting restraint he’s using against me, is making my body beg in a way I didn’t evenknow it could.
Hank’s thumb brushes the underside of my breast, just barely skimming my skin.
“Oh, luv…” He presses his lips to my neck, humming against my pulse. “I think we know the answer to that.”
Was there a question?
“She likes suffering for your touch.” Gabe chuckles again, slow and knowing.
My breath hitches.
Because yes.
Yes, I do.
A low hum of approval vibrates through Hank’s chest. He drags his mouth lower, tasting, teasing, the heat of his breath like a brand against my skin.
Gabe moves again.
Circles closer.
A single fingertip traces the inside of my wrist—the only point of contact I get from him—before he pulls away.
I shudder.
Hank grins. “She’s trembling.”
“Not my fault she’s this easy to unravel.”
“Liar.” Hank’s teeth scrape my jaw, making me gasp. “You’re making her unravel.”
Gabe just laughs.
