His hands settle on my thighs.
“You started it.”
I smile.
“Did I?”
His eyes darken again.
Then one hand slips between us, and his fingers drag slowly through me.
I gasp.
“You’re still wet.”
“That is also your fault.”
“Good.”
His hand closes around my hip.
I feel the blunt heat of him between my legs, and my breath catches.
This time, there is no fear.
Only want.
I reach down and guide him closer.
Zain’s eyes lock on mine.
“Kaia.”
“What?”
“You keep doing things like that and then looking surprised when I lose control.”
I tighten my legs around him.
“Maybe I like it.”
Something in his expression breaks.
He pushes into me.
The first stretch makes me suck in a breath. He slows immediately, giving my body time to adjust without pulling away.
I grip his shoulders.
“Okay?”
“Yes.”
He studies me for one more second.
I pull him closer.
“More.”
