Camila's memories flashed.
The first time was on the sofa during movie night. The second in the kitchen, her body pinned between him and the counter.
And now, as his hand pressed against her pussy, a forbidden thought ran through her.
Tonight would be the third time.
Jace's palm pushed harder, rough and steady against her slit through the thin black leggings. The pressure sent shocks of heat through her belly.
Her breath grew heavier, chest rising and falling as her pussy soaked.
Then his hand left. Camila almost whimpered at the sudden absence, only for his fingers to slip under the hem of her top, brushing across the bare skin of her waist. His fingertips traced her navel, light and slow.
A ticklish shiver shot through her body. She clenched her lips shut, trying to stay quiet.
But Jace didn't stop. In one smooth motion his hand slid inside her pants. His fingers slipped past her panties, pressing directly against her naked pussy.
