Lucy’s pov

He crossed the room in three strides. Still didn’t touch me.

“This is wrong,” he said, voice low and rough like it cost him to get the words out.

“I know.”

My answer was barely a whisper. I didn’t step back. I stayed right there naked and wet and aching while he stopped a foot away from me, close enough that the heat of his body licked over my bare skin.

My nipples were so tight they hurt. Every breath made them brush the air between us and I watched his eyes drop to them before he forced them back up to my face.

The age gap sat...