Devon's eyes stayed locked on her, dark and hungry, his mouth curling into that slow, wicked smile that made her stomach flip.
He reached out, taking her hand in his—his fingers warm and strong against her cool skin, sending a jolt up her arm like a spark.
He guided her palm to his belt, pressing it there firm, the cool metal buckle biting into her fingers. "What are you still waiting for? Take it out," he uttered, the words vibrating through her bones.
Rachel's hand shook for a moment, fingers trembling against the buckle like they had a life of their own, her palm sweaty now from the nerves. She could feel the heat radiating from him through the fabric of his pants, the hard outline of what waited underneath already pressing firm against the zipper, throbbing faint like a heartbeat.
Her own heart pounded loud in her ears, blood rushing hot through her veins, making her cheeks burn and her pussy clench empty.
