Stiles’s lips were still tingling from the deep kiss, her taste lingering on Derek’s tongue, when she felt it—his cock, rock-hard and throbbing against her inner thigh through the thin fabric of his sweatpants. She shifted slightly on the counter, her naked body still flushed and trembling from the orgasm he’d just ripped from her, and her small hand instinctively brushed over the thick bulge.

“You’re so hard, Derek…” she whispered, voice soft and breathy, eyes wide with a mix of awe and guilt. “I can feel how much you want me.”