Nia's Pov
Rowan arched a brow, leaning back with that infuriating calm, his hand resting casually on the table like he hadn’t just edged me to insanity. “Guess what?”
“The brief you’re wearing,” I said, letting a sly smile curve my lips, even as my body screamed for him to finish what he started.
He chuckled, low and dark. “I think that’s an easy guess.”
“Is it really?” I countered, my heart pounding as I made my move. Keeping my expression neutral, I slipped my hand under the table, hooking my fingers into the waistband of my soaked panties. The lace was drenched, sticking to my skin as I tugged them down slowly, inch by inch over my hips.
Rowan’s eyes narrowed slightly, curiosity flickering as he watched my arm move, wondering what the hell I was up to. I lifted one foot, then the
