My body responded instantly; a rush of heat pooling low, a slickness between my thighs that I couldn't ignore.
My hips rolled against him, a small, unconscious movement, and Gideon groaned against my lips.
He pulled back, his eyes dark and hooded.
"Isla," he breathed, his voice strained. "You're shaking. Are you okay?"
I bit my lip, my cheeks flushing. I couldn't bring myself to say the words, but my body was screaming them.
I need you. I need this. I need to forget.
He must have sensed something, because his hand slid down my side, fingers grazing my hip. I felt his thumb dip lower, brushing the damp fabric of my underwear. A sharp intake of breath from him.
"Isla…" His voice was thick with want. “You’re dripping wet.”
I was too shy to voice it aloud, but in my head, I couldn
