This was wrong. Tracey knew it immediately. There was no denying it, now. The fluttery sensation that occurred somewhere in her ribcage was something she hadn't yet experienced, and it felt strange and terrifying and overwhelming. Granted, it wasn't like she had tons of sexual experience. One shag with a man much older than her hardly qualified as real knowledge. Sure, she had kissed a few blokes, but mostly she just teased...and it was always for sport. New situations created new sensations, right?
She didn't like feeling out of her element. She didn't like losing control.
But she had. She knew it by the way her body responded while her mind raced. Tracey was up on her toes again, arching her body against him as his hand played with coils of her hair. Her mouth blossomed for him, opening and accepting more eagerly than she had anticipated. The worst was the small, soft noise she made--something between a whimper and a purr--as the tip of her tongue tasted his.
Her face erupted with heat and a truly embarrassed flush. Merlin, what the hell was wrong with her?