What an ass.
And what an ass. I grasped the top of the chair in my bedroom against the full body swoon making me wonky. My body was on fire after that little encounter. Not in a Rasha way. I throbbed in a simmering coil of need, the feel of every steely inch of him imprinted on my skin.
I switched off my overhead light, pretending I was just getting ready to go to sleep, and enjoying the delicious sense of anticipation. Rohan might be infuriating in real life but he was prime source material for personal fantasy usage.
After latching my window and drawing my blinds tight, I settled myself on my bed. Letting myself get comfortable by taking a few steady inhales and exhales before I slid my hand under my shirt to skim my palms across my breasts.
Rohan's intense gold irises danced in my memory. My tits grew heavier and heavier in my hands and I tweaked my nipples, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out at the zing that shot through me.