LILA’S POV

I couldn’t sleep.

The house was quiet except for the distant crash of waves outside my window. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Jax — the way his hand had hovered over my hip in the club, the heat of his body when he’d caged me against the glass, the raw hunger in his voice when he admitted he still thought about that kiss.

My pussy was throbbing. Aching. Soaked.

I’d already touched myself twice in the shower after he sent me home, but it wasn’t enough. My fingers could never replicate the way his presence alone made me drip.

At 2:17 a.m. I gave up....