Chapter 62

Harvey I couldn't tear my eyes away from Winnie's pale thigh as her phone slid down onto it. My throat tightened, and an inappropriate heat flooded my abdomen. She was my mate. I turned away, but the image of her exposed skin was branded in my mind. Winnie bit her lip and cracked her eyes open, sensing my discomfort. "Feeling good?" I saw Winnie's lips move, seemingly uttering these words. A small moan escaped her lips, and I stiffened instantly. The sound was soft but unmistakably suggestive. I turned to look at her and noticed her phone had slipped further down her leg. Without thinking, I reached for it, my hand landing on her calf. I realized her skirt had somehow ridden up dangerously high, exposing the curve where thigh meets hip. My hand rested against her smooth skin, and as I started to pull away, her small fingers caught my wrist. She blinked up at me with wide, confused eyes. "Harvey, what happened?" Her innocent expression froze me in place. She sat up straighter, still kee