ROWANNE’S POV
My hands slid into his hair, the strands soft and warm, just as I had imagined, silky, sinful, and addictive.
Before I even knew what I was doing, I was gripping him tighter, pulling him closer and so desperate for more.
It was as though I couldn’t get enough of him, as though he’d awakened something in me that I didn’t know existed.
Then I felt his hand, strong, grazing against the damp fabric of my panties. My breath hitched, and my entire body stiffened.
I grabbed his wrist instinctively with my chest heaving as I stared up at him.
“Wait,” I murmured. My voice trembled, barely audible.
My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and heat rushed through me. I was soaked, embarrassingly so, and the thought of him realising just how wet I was made me want to hide.
