I couldn’t sleep.

The villa was quiet except for the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore and the soft hum of the ceiling fan above my bed. The sheets were cool against my heated skin, but they did nothing to calm the ache between my legs. I’d been tossing and turning for hours, replaying every moment from the rehearsal dinner — Torin’s thigh pressed against mine under the table, his fingers slipping under my dress, the way he’d tasted when he kissed me on the beach. My pussy was still throbbing, still wet, still clenching around nothing every time I remembered the way he’d looked at me when...