Lorien POV

Our bodies were pressed too tightly together too much heat, too little space.

Auren bit down on my lower lip, and that was all it took for my restraint to crumble. My fingers tugged at his waistband, slipping beneath the denim until I found what I’d been craving.

He was warm. Hard. So damn big.

My hand wrapped around him, fingers tightening as my legs locked around his waist. There wasn’t enough room to move the way I wanted, to pump or stroke, but I needed friction. I ...