I whisper, not knowing what else to say. This is inappropriate for so many reasons. But I want to kiss him—desperately. The rough skin of his fingertips drags along my ribs as he continues to torture me in the most delicious of ways. Screams of joy and laughter break out from outside the pool house, but neither Cal nor I move to stop. We’re both too caught up in what’s happening right here between us. My head falls back as a faint moan falls from my lips when Cal’s fingertips dance along my hip.
