His words trail off as he swipes a finger through my wetness. My hips buck off the counter at the feeling of having him touch me there. It’s like my entire body is on fire with that one simple touch. Maybe his cockiness is justified. He slowly inches a finger inside me, and my vision blurs from how good it feels. My head rolls backward as a moan escapes me. Cal laughs against my inner thigh. His breath is hot against me. God, he’s so fucking close to being just where I want him.
