Checking His Mate
His voice was smooth, completely clear, and entirely unbothered.
"She's fine, Zane," Roman said, his blue eyes finally shifting to glance at my brother, though his hand never stopped its slow, agonizing rhythm on my thigh. "The AC in the back of this thing is just a little low. I told her she should have kept my jersey on."
Zane snorted, completely buying the cover. "Yeah, well, that satin thing barely counts as clothes anyway. Don't freeze to death before we get the first round of shots in, Al."