Jenna had nothing on. The only piece of fabric that separated Rhane's hand from touching her skin directly was the blanket.
That godforsaken blanket! Jenna almost groaned out loud. Rhane's grip was firm against her body, causing Jenna's mind to run wild, free, of how rough his fingers would feel while tracing on her back. And he did!
"Hmm," Jenna hummed against her will, betraying her already portrayed anger. Was his entire body like that? Tough... coarse... or even covered with callouses, she wondered. She itched to find out. And then his voice... how could he whisper something so sinful with a warm timbre voice?
Just his presence and seeing his body had turned her mind to a bloody mess over the course of a few days. Now hearing Rhane actually say things like this made Jenna melt without being touched. At first, she was attracted to his innocence, but seeing how she was also pulled to his raw and unfiltered words, she knew she was done for.
