“No. They’d just be getting soaked again.” Her gaze drops to my mouth. She brings a hand up to my jaw, then drags the back of her fingers over my lips. The meaning of her words finally drifts past the lust fog clouding my brain. “Soaked for me again, huh?” She nods, then moves her hand to the back of my neck. I like the way she touches me. Explorative and reverent and out in the open for everyone to see. That last part should probably concern me, but I’m too wrapped up in her to care who knows. At least right this minute. “Do you want to go back upstairs?” “What about your friends?” “They
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