“Panicked, she pushed her hand against the front seam of his pants. “What’re you doing?” he whispered. “I’m cock-blocking you.” He banished a smile behind pursed lips, and as soft as a breath, said, “Cock-blocking isn’t a literal term, and I’m not here to molest you. Though if you’d like to keep your hand right where it is, I wouldn’t mind. It feels nice.” She jerked away and narrowed her eyes.”
