His fingers slipped under the hoodie.
Like he had all the time in the world to explore skin he already owned. His touch didn’t rush. It didn’t tease right away.
It moved like he was tracing her. Learning her all over again. She felt the pad of his thumb graze the inside of her thigh, just above the soft bend of her knee. Goosebumps bloomed across her skin like fire racing through dry grass.
Sky sucked in a breath.
He didn’t speak. Didn’t break the silence. The only sound was the should have her chest and the wet drag of his fingers slipping higher, inch by inch, until they reached the edge of her panties.
The fabric was already damp.
No. Soaked.
Her thighs clenched instinctively.
Xavier’s smirk brushed the back of her neck.
“I haven’t even touched your p***y yet,” he said, voice
