His emerald eyes darkened further as he leaned close, his voice a husky plea.
"Don't stop, baby…"
Addison felt as though she were holding a hot potato; part of her wanted to pull away, yet another part craved to continue. The thought that she was gripping Zion's reins and holding a kind of power over him sent a rush of exhilaration through her veins.
Their hands lingered, "massaging" each other as if testing how far they could push, their eyes locked on every flicker of reaction. Zion, of course, wanted to go further, but even he knew he was already pushing the limits, sneaking touches like this in broad daylight while surrounded by others.
Fortunately, they were outdoors, and the breeze carried away Addison's arousal, scattering her scent before anyone else could catch it.
"Ugh." Zion grunted, his breathing growing ragged as sweat beaded along his forehead. He was close, aching to reach his peak, but not once did he shut his eyes or break his gaze from Addison.
