Caught Red-Handed

[Tabitha's POV]

A soft groan escapes Atticus' lips, deepening our kiss, while his arms snake around my waist and pull me closer. However, this simple act is enough to snap me out of my daze and allow me to think clearly enough to take advantage of the moment.

How could I possibly let him get away with touching me on multiple occasions? He needed to be shown that I wasn't some slut that he could do whatever the hell he wanted with, at least, not without my consent.

I reach down, running my finger tips along Atticus' thigh, allowing them to draw closer and closer to his bulge until I finally reach it.

Smirking, I wrap my hand around it and squeeze while pulling away so I can take in Atticus' glazed eyes and hungry expression.

"What?" I purr, tightening my hold on him. "Were you expecting me to make it feel good?"

As I speak, I let a wicked smile spread across my face and then squeeze harder, causing a hiss of pain to escape Atticus as he slowly starts to come back to his senses as well,