65. Sterling
Chapter 65
Sterling
I turn my wrist until my fingers are cupping the inside of her thigh.
Then I pull her leg tighter against mine.
It’s not enough.
I slide my hand farther down until my fingertips are against the wood of the bench.
I want to move my hand the other way.
Toward her core.
I swear I can feel the heat radiating off her pussy, from inches away, and I want to touch it.
I want to cup her there, between her legs.
But if I do that, I won’t stop until she’s coming on my fingers.
So I keep my hand where it is, tugging her closer, even though closer isn’t possible.
With my free hand, I pick up my grilled cheese again.
And while I take a bite, I rub my thumb in a slow circle on the top of her thigh, feeling her thigh muscles flex and relax beneath my touch.
Courtney leans forward, resting her elbows on the table.
She’s affected .
To cover my urge to grin, I shove more food into my mouth.
And I nearly choke when Courtney’s other leg presses in, trapping my hand between her thighs.