More intense

Tyler's grip on Ari's hips tightened, yanking her flush against him until not even a whisper of air separated their bodies. The heat of him seeped through the thin fabric of her clothes, igniting a fire low in her belly. His breath tickled the shell of her ear as he leaned in close.

“Feel that, Ari?” he growled, his hips rolling in a deliberate grind against her ass. “Feel what you do to me?”

Ari could only whimper in response, her own hips rocking back to meet his thrusts. The world narrowed to the point of connection between them, the pulsing beat of the music fading into background noise. Tyler's hands slid up her sides, skimming the undersides of her breasts through the thin fabric of her top.