Larissa's POV
I needed to move away from him. The smart thing would be to carefully slip out of Carson's arms and create distance between us on this massive bed.
That was what any reasonable person would do.
Instead, I remained frozen in place. The sensation of his hard length pressed against my back was scrambling my thoughts, making coherent thinking impossible.
His warm breath tickled the sensitive skin at my nape, each soft exhale creating electric currents that raced down my spine. I clenched my teeth to suppress any sound as his muscular arm contracted around my middle, drawing me deeper into his unconscious embrace.
"God help me," I breathed, the words barely a whisper.
My body betrayed me completely. My breasts felt heavy and aching, nipples straining against the thin cotton of my tank top. Heat pooled between my legs, an unwelcome reminder of needs I'd been trying to ignore.
