KATHERINE POV
His breath was hot against the inside of my thigh.
I could feel it—every slow exhale making my skin tighten, making goosebumps rise along my legs even though the tent was warm, even though his body was practically on fire above mine.
I couldn’t think.
I couldn’t breathe.
All I could do was feel.
Kyle had this way of looking at me like I was both sacred and his to ruin, and fu.ck, it did something to me. My thighs were trembling from the tension, from the hunger pooling low in my belly like molten lightning. His mouth hadn’t even touched me there yet—but he was close. Too close. And I wanted it. I wanted it more than I wanted anything in my life.
My jeans were already gone—peeled from my legs and tossed somewhere in the shadows of the tent. All I had left on were those
