When they slid over my chest, I lingered. My palms cupped my breasts gently before I let them drop away again. I bit my lip, pretending it was accidental, but then I did it again—deliberately this time. His eyes narrowed the slightest bit, a tiny shift, but I noticed. He noticed me noticing, and that alone made heat spread lower in my belly.
I ran my hands over my breasts in slow circles, the cool water making the skin tight and sensitive. When my fingers brushed over my n*****s, they were already hard, pebbled points that ached for more. I gave one a soft pinch, testing myself, and a tiny gasp escaped me.
The sound echoed too loudly in the quiet forest.
I froze, my eyes darting back to him. He hadn’t moved an inch. He stood exactly where he had landed, his wings half-spread behind him,
