Francisco's large palm moved slowly through Hazel's hair, their gazes locked, the room charged with anticipation. Hazel's heart raced, but she tried to steady herself, reminding herself she had to stay composed, to take the lead.

She moved her head slightly on the pillow, her movements deliberate and alluring. "So, what if I don't give you permission?" she asked, her voice a mix of challenge and invitation.

Francisco’s fingers continued to gently rub her scalp, his touch ...