CINDY’S POV
My brain short-circuited.
I jolted, sucking in a sharp breath that tasted like chlorine and trouble.
My back arched, chasing his touch shamelessly, but he quickly pulled away, a taunting smirk gracing his face.
My cheeks burned. I had never felt so disappointed.
“See that?” His voice was low, husky, the kind of tone that seeps under your skin and curls deep in your belly.
“You’re so damn eager to be fuckked. You’re dripping and not just from the pool.”
Heat roared through my chest and cheeks.
“You’re disgusting,” I spat, though the tremor in my voice gave me away.
He chuckled, slow and knowing. “No, sweetheart. I’m observant.”
My dress, now plastered to my body, clung in all the wrong places or maybe all the right ones if you were Damian f*****g Thorne.
The thin f
