Couldn’t forget the way he’d gripped my waist and moved me like he knew how my body worked better than I did. The way he’d said, Don’t you fucking stop like he was desperate for me. I’d wanted to creep down the stairs, slide into his bed, and hear it all over again. I felt Jamie peering at me, her dark brows low. “You liked it, right? It was good for you?” I stared down at my ring. “I had no idea it could be that good.” “It’s amazing what you can accomplish without even getting your pants off.” She gave my forearm a squeeze. “What did he think about your hair?”
