Chapter Eighty
**OLIVER WEST**
"You're trembling" His eyes slowly roamed my entire body as he took the last step to complete the distance between us.
His voice dropped to a whisper "Even though we barely touched, is it too much for your innocent little mind?" Kieran murmured.
Barely?
He called both of us rubbing dicks barely????
The fact was that I could feel his hands on me even now, I could still feel each throb.
I blinked at him, my chest still rising and falling rapidly. "Yes, for me it was too much!"
It was more than too much.
How did I go from being angry at him to coming apart under his touch?
I couldn't even blame him, it was all me.
Something dark gleamed in his eyes, and I interpreted it in a way that made my heart tighten uncomfortably.
He was mocking me, like he found my inexperience amusing.
Hot wetness pricked behind my eyes and I wiped at my face quickly, hating how they burned with unshed tears.
"Don't," I whispered, before he could speak again.
