He hushed me with another kiss, slow this time, his fingers sliding under the thin fabric, finding exactly where I was soaked for him.

I shuddered, my head falling back as his fingers brushed against my clit.

“So fucking wet,” he murmured, his breath warm against my throat. “All this for me?”

I couldn’t even answer.

My knees felt weak as he slipped a finger inside, curling it just right.

I whimpered.

His lips curved against my skin. “Thought you hated me, Evie.”

I gritted my ...