Mia POV

Mias wiped her lip with her tongue and lifted her eyes from his chest to his face. He was watching her, his eyes like molten dark chocolate. Her body heated, and she felt a fluttering in her belly, and she may have squeezed her thighs together—secretly, of course, even though his eyes dropped and he saw exactly what she was doing…it was even hotter.

“What would you like me to do, Mia?” Willison asked, taking another step toward her.

His words were rough and skittered over her skin, making goosebumps on her arms. The fluttering in her belly moved lower, tightening her core in a not-terrible way.

Willison...