Jessica's POV
A raw groan tore from Caleb's throat, and I couldn't help the satisfied smile that spread across my lips.
He had always been devastatingly attractive, but tonight he was something else entirely. Every inch of him radiated a dangerous magnetism that made my pulse race.
"The way you sound drives me wild," I whispered, holding his gaze as I pressed my breasts together around him. The friction wasn't perfect yet, but the desperate noises escaping his lips told me he was lost in the sensation.
I refused to look away. Every micro-expression, every twitch of muscle across his sculpted features was pure poetry. Sweat plastered dark strands to his forehead, droplets trailing down his jaw. His eyes had gone hazy with need, pupils blown wide like he was drunk on pleasure. His jaw clenched tight, teeth gritted as if he was fighting to contain those intoxicating sounds.
Not happening. Not while I was in control.
