Six
Mira
“I don’t want to sleep with you.” I was pretty proud of the sneer in my voice, despite how the word “f**k” whispered into my ear in his molten voice nearly made my ovaries explode. “Keep your hands to yourself!”
“No dice.” Blaine shifted his hold on me so he could keep both my wrists in one hand, spread my legs with his knees—and then proceeded to reach down, his fingertips grazing against the front of my panties.
The thin fabric clung to my skin from the wetness, and when he trailed his fingers further down, I knew he could feel the outline of my lips without any problems.
I shuddered at the trickle of desire that followed, but bit back a wanton moan out of spite. I’d be damned if I’d give him the satisfaction of knowing how strongly I reacted to him—even if it was impossibl
