Kinsley’s POV

Sitting on my mate’s lap, it’s hard to miss the broad structure of his arousal through his jeans. I latch myself against his warm, bare chest and feel his muscles constrict as he yanks me forward, pulling for us to be as close as possible.

My tongue plays with his, my lips so slow and sensual while his are hungry and demanding. He drags his nails across my lower back, sending warm throbs into my core.

I tilt my head back, allowing him to find my chest ...