Chapter 32

Aina I gasped softly as he lowered his head to capture my lips again, his body pressing firmly against mine. I could feel his manhood nudging at my center, separated only by the thin fabric of his boxers I had borrowed when the Luna joked that I should wear something underneath. Surprisingly, they fit me well—though the material was barely a barrier at all. His hand slid slowly down my thigh, drawing another sharp breath from me. When his fingers finally brushed my center, a moan slipped past my lips. “Wait, Osborne,” I whispered, already struggling to breathe as his touch grew bolder. “Don’t tell me to wait when you’re this wet,” he murmured against my mouth, his kisses leaving me weak. But we couldn’t keep going like this—not out here, in the open. My protest dissolved into a cry when his hand slipped past the boxers and found my clit. “Ah—” I gasped, clinging to him. “There,” I whispered against his lips as his fingers teased and stroked me, building a tension so sharp I thought