The sudden contact made Elara's voice die completely. Her eyes went wide open as she stared at him.
Adrian snorted and moved his head close to the back of her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. "Hold it," he said in a commanding tone, his hand forcing her fingers to stay in place. "Just make yourself useful."
Elara's jaw clenched. Not wanting to let him dominate her like this, she summoned every bit of her strength and wriggled her wrist fiercely, twisting her hips to wrench her hand out from under his hold.
But her hand did not move away cleanly. As she struggled to free herself, her palm suddenly dragged firmly against the rigid length of his lower body, mistakenly jerking him through the fabric.
Adrian's entire body went stiff. A low groan tore from the back of his throat as his head dropped heavily into the crook of her neck. His fingers suddenly dug into her wrist with a bruising force, his breath coming out heavy against her skin.
