Nick's POV
I stayed close. "Did you ever let Raymond touch you? Even once?"
She frowned, eyes narrowing. "Touch me where exactly?"
Fuck. That question. The way she said it, so innocent, so unaware, sent a jolt straight to my cock. Was she truly that naive? Or was she playing with me?
I had to know.
My eyes dropped, settling on her chest. "Down there," I murmured. And before I could stop myself, my hand moved, slow and deliberate, resting on her leg, inching higher, tracing the inside of her thigh.
What the hell am I doing? Oh my fucking God! What the fuck is happening to me?!
My brain screamed at me to stop, but I was already too far gone. Her scent, her voice, her damn innocence, it was a lethal combination. I was losing control, and fast.
But what got me wasn't just her body. It was her reaction.
She didn't flinch. She didn't even blink. She simply shook her head, voice calm like we were discussing something ordinary and normal.
