The man’s hands were restless, predatory.
Lucian didn't just guide Selena’s hand to feel his already-aroused body; his own palms lingered, kneading the small expanse of soft skin at her waist through the fabric with enough force to strike sparks from the friction.
Selena slapped his hand away, her patience thin. "Don't disturb me."
She centered herself, focusing everything on the tips of her fingers as she traced each stone in the pouch, one by one.
There was little soil by the lake. The motorcycle tires rested on massive, jagged stones that paved a wild road forged by nature. On this barren ground, the plants surrounding Selena were nothing more than spindly wild trees and tangled, chaotic thickets—a stark contrast to the manicured, sheltered greenery of the manor.
But under Selena’s
