Chapter Thirteen
Darcie
At first, I thought he had touched me by accident, but the moment his fingers slipped into my panties, I knew he had meant every touch.
My head shot up in surprise as he pressed his thumb against my tender flesh. And it took everything I had not to buck against his hand. Applying just the right amount of pressure, his fingers played over me.
Biting back a moan, I shot a look at the men and women around us. I had been half expecting them to be staring at us, but no one was looking. Not one person had stopped to stare. Even Havoc himself was deep in conversation with Fang. I couldn’t take my eyes from his face, though.
This seemed to be the most natural thing in the world for him. Just how many times had he fingered a girl like this? I shook the thought away. I
