Allyson's POV
My pulse thundered as waves of nervous energy and desire crashed through my body. The anticipation was electric, setting my blood on fire.
I crawled onto the bed, feeling the plush mattress give way beneath my weight as I positioned myself on my hands and knees.
My legs parted naturally, exposing my most intimate places to his hungry gaze.
The cool air kissed my heated skin. I was completely exposed, defenseless in this position. He could surely see the evidence of my arousal, the wetness that had gathered between my thighs, silently pleading for his attention.
Rather than embarrassment, all I experienced was scorching need.
Behind me came the sound of clothing being removed—his belt hitting the floor, the metallic whisper of his zipper being lowered.
Goosebumps erupted across my flesh.
I kept my eyes forward, unable to look back even if I wanted to.
His commanding presence filled the space before he ever laid a finger on me—overwhelming, all-consuming.
