Elizabeth POV
It started on the way home… a small cramp, like a needle pricking deep in her stomach. Elizabeth pushed the feeling away, chalking it up to the greasy food as she leaned back against the seat. Matteo’s hand drifted onto her knee, warm and rough, his fingers grazing her skin—rolling circles on the inside of her thigh—with a delicious, teasing slowness.
A shiver shot through her as his hand moved upward, inch by inch. Her heart raced, her breath catching as anticipation coiled in her core. Did he have any idea what those hands were doing to her? Or was she just easy prey? She couldn’t resist the spark between them any longer. Without thinking, she guided his hand from her thigh and placed it on her breast, pressing his palm against her with a playful smile.
Matteo’s eyes wid
