"Finish what we started earlier?" I repeat, my voice strained as I try to sound nonchalant—like my stomach isn't doing wild flips, like my thighs aren't clenching involuntarily at the memory.
Jack’s eyes gleam as he steps closer, his heat already invading my space.
“Yeah,” he murmurs, his voice rough and smoky—like silk dragging slowly across bare skin. “You remember… how your legs trembled when I touched you. The way you moaned my name like it was the only word you knew.”
I swallow hard.
The memories come rushing in, uninvited. The way he’d held me like I was something precious and wild at the same time. My skin flushes, and I silently curse myself for feeling anything.
Control, Kali. Get it back.
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” I lie, lifting my chin defiantly. “I don’t r
