Harvey
I couldn't tear my eyes away from Winnie's pale thigh as her phone slid down onto it. My throat tightened, and an inappropriate heat flooded my abdomen.
She was my mate.
I turned away, but the image of her exposed skin was branded in my mind.
Winnie bit her lip and cracked her eyes open, sensing my discomfort.
"Feeling good?" I saw Winnie's lips move, seemingly uttering these words.
A small moan escaped her lips, and I stiffened instantly.
The sound was soft but unmistakably suggestive. I turned to look at her and noticed her phone had slipped further down her leg.
Without thinking, I reached for it, my hand landing on her calf.
I realized her skirt had somehow ridden up dangerously high, exposing the curve where thigh meets hip.
My hand rested agains
