Paige slowly took Bennett’s fingers back out of her mouth, but didn’t let go of them. “What about … “ She brought their hand down between her legs, under her slip, where she parted her thighs and led Bennett to touch her there.

“You are so so soft and just achingly warm and good and I’m just dying with the urge to pin and grind and tease and make you even wetter for me, taste you in your bed.”

“Something about our conversations just makes me want to take off my underwear. And by ‘something’ I mean ‘everything.'”