Fadel’s POV

“Winter…”

“What? Are you going back on your word now?” she asked, stepping forward.

I swallowed hard, tasting my slimy saliva. “Winter, I—”

“Touch me,” she said again, this time an order.

My hands moved on their own, hovering over her chest before finally resting there, right over the thrum of her heartbeat. Her breath hitched. Heat radiated beneath my palm as I dragged my thumb along the soft curve of her breast.

“Winter,” I breathed heavily, “you’re ...