Alora’s POV

He pushed me closer still, my front pressing against his solid body. I could feel the warmth from him, seeping through the thin fabric of my dress, his musk scent wrapping around me.

He pulled away for us to catch our breath. "Your scent…f*ck, I can't take it anymore” he murmured, the deep rumble of his voice, which had gone one note deeper, caressing my insides and spreading goosebumps all over my skin.

"Thank you, it's my, uh, shampoo." At that point, I knew I was ...