CHAPTER SIXTEEN : Butterflies? Try Fireworks

NOVA POV

I inhaled sharply as his fingers pressed against me, rubbing through the fabric of my panties, and my body betrayed me before my mind could catch up.

The heat pooled low between my legs, swelling, desperate, almost painful in the deliciousest way.

Friction alone had me trembling, hips pressing into his hand without permission, every nerve screaming in anticipation. Almost—but not quite—enough.

“Fuck,”

I whispered, hips ...