Tabitha’s POV

His knuckles drag along the front of my underwear. The contact jolts something deep in me, and I can’t hold back the sound that spills from my lips.

His knuckles drag along the front of my underwear. The touch sparks through me, and a sound slips out before I can stop it.

“Luca…” I breathe, the name falling from me like a plea. My hips betray me, arching ever so slightly into his touch.

He lets out a quiet sound that might be a laugh. “Your underwear’s soaked. Tell me, did the rain do that? Or is it something else?”

I bite my lips before I can moan...