Tabitha’s POV
His knuckles drag along the front of my underwear. The contact jolts something deep in me, and I can’t hold back the sound that spills from my lips.
His knuckles drag along the front of my underwear. The touch sparks through me, and a sound slips out before I can stop it.
“Luca…” I breathe, the name falling from me like a plea. My hips betray me, arching ever so slightly into his touch.
He lets out a quiet sound that might be a laugh. “Your underwear’s soaked. Tell me, did the rain do that? Or is it something else?”
I bite my lips before I can moan his name again. My body pulses with need as his fingers slip past the edge of my underwear.
Oh god…
The contact is bare, hot, devastating. My knees nearly give. He strokes me with two fingers, lazily at first, like he’s jus
