CHAPTER 149 Move with Me

  ~ CARA ~

  Rig was as stunning under my hands as he was in my eyes: Smooth, warm skin stretched over hard muscle—muscle that clenched when I touched him, his stomach sucking in and his breath catching.

  I could make Rig’s breath catch.

  That seemed… improbable. But the evidence was there.

  Soon I found the rhythm he’d set and my body—without me overthinking—began to match his, hips rolling, stomach rippling, body writhing in a smooth wave. And when I had that, he dropped the hand on his chest, pinned my other to his belly again and started to turn, slowly, drawing me with him.

  Suddenly, there were too many clothes between us and they were mostly mine. Trailing my fingers back along his abs, I tried to keep moving with him while I reached for the hem of my own sweater, but Rig rumbled in his chest.

  “Let me.” He turned, smiling down at me, somehow keeping that same rhythm with his body even when he turned around, rippling against me.