“For the fake relationship,” he repeated with a dark flicker in his eyes. He inched closer, his hand still on my thigh, and he gave me a gentle kiss that made my toes curl in my boots. I reached up and placed my palm against his cheek. His stubble tickled my skin, and the scent of him reminded me of tense nights spent in his bed.

His presence consumed me. The scent, the taste, the feel of him. What we were doing might be fake, but I had to admit something to myself or I might lose my mind. I really didn’t hate him anymore.

That didn’t mean he was a good guy who could be trusted, or any of that. But I definitely didn’t hate him. Dammit.

His hand slid a little further up, and his thumb pressed against my panties.

Oh my god.

“Well, that’s interesting,” he said with a smirk. “You’re wet.”

“I…”

His thumb released its pressure, and I sagged against the wall. But then his finger slid beneath the thin, lacy material. My entire body shook as my heart leapt right up into my throat and stuck there. His eyes stayed locked on mine the entire time, and slowly, he slid the tip of his finger inside of me.

“I’ve been wondering what you would feel like,” he murmured. “And you’re just as I thought. Sweet, hot, tight. Most men would lose their minds to have someone like you.”

My heart thumped painfully against my ribs. I literally had no idea how to respond to that, nor to the fact that his finger was inside of me. At a party. With a bunch of people nearby. Were they watching us?

Az slid his finger in further, and I moaned, shuddering against the wall. Without the slightest bit of control over my body, I felt myself tighten around him. A low growl rumbled from his throat, and then he pulled his hand out from beneath my dress, leaving me a mess beneath him.

“Not like this,” he said as the darkness in his eyes began to clear. “Not here. I’m sorry. I got carried away.”

My chest expanded as I caught the conflicted expression on his face. Had that...had that been real? Surely not. We’d been playing around and nothing more, only to catch people’s attention. But that didn’t explain why he’d crossed the line he had. He hadn’t really needed to touch me like that to make people think we were an item.

I wet my lips, trying my damnedest not to get carried away, but…

“What do you mean?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“Nothing.” His eyes shuttered over his emotions. “You’re forgetting something, aren’t you?”

“I think I am forgetting about a lot of things right now.”