“Show me how aroused you are.”
Atticus had shown up so suddenly that I was still trying to process what was going on. When did he get home? What time was it? All questions that should have been burning through my mind, but instead, all I couldn’t think about were his lips and hands.
The movie had pulled me in, and I’d lost track of all senses except for the heat pooling between my thighs.
“Do you want help?”
My heart jumped, and I stared at him.
Yes.
Yes.
I wanted him to touch me so badly, but I’d made the rule in the contract. At that moment, I didn’t care. I needed him to touch me.
And touching wasn’t s*x.
“Yes,” I whispered, my breath hitching.
A low rumble of approval resonated in his chest, and he moved to loom over me. The anticipation only amped up my desire. Inches apart,
