A small smile teased her lips. “I don’t know what you mean by. ‘other stuff,’” she said coyly even though she could guess what he meant.

Jacob trailed his fingers along her thighs. “Why don’t I show you?”

“I think I like the sound of that,” she managed to say, her voice breathy with anticipation.

Jacob’s lips curved into a roguish smile. “I thought you might.”

Jacob’s hand slipped under her skirt, teasing the lace edge of her panties. Tiffany shuddered, aching ...