Without warning, Nathan’s two fingers sank inside her with the precision of someone who knew every inch of her body better than she did. There was no room to resist. Her back arched against the wall like a cornered cat.

"How is it?" Nathan murmured, watching her from where he stood. His eyes studied her carefully while his fingers kept moving inside her. "Moan for me, baby." He lowered his head and kissed her neck, then moved up to her ear.

Tessa wanted to hate him. She wanted to hate ...