Garcia' POV
Collin brings his mouth down to capture mine in a heated kiss while Atticus positions himself behind me, his fingers tracing patterns along my arms. His touch sends shivers through my skin as he slides his hands beneath the thin fabric covering us, and Collin intensifies our kiss until my breath comes in short gasps from the combination of his lips and Atticus' wandering hands.
A soft sound escapes my throat when Collin's palm finds my breast through the sheet, his other hand traveling down my arm to settle on my hip. He draws me against him with a firm grip, and I can feel the evidence of his desire pressing into my stomach, causing him to groan when our bodies connect.
