“Did you like it? Seeing me fight?” I ask, grabbing her hands and lifting them over her head. I love the way she arches into me, love how she fits against me. “Maybe.” “Just maybe?” I run my nose along the length of her neck. “That’s it?” “Yeah. It was okay. Didn’t get my panties wet or anything.” “Is that because you weren’t wearing any?” She doesn’t answer, and I pull back, peering down into her eyes. “You weren’t wearing any, were you?” She shakes her head. “Nope.” “My, my, my. Auden Sinclair, you naughty little girl.”
