Chapter 32

Mel's POV

I sigh and unwillingly follow him upstairs to his room. Once we’re inside, he closes the door and pins me against the wall. I glance up into his dark eyes, and the intensity makes my heart stutter. “Does your boyfriend know how wet you get from a single touch from me?” he asks, his voice low and rough.

His hand runs along my side, his fingers tracing the hem of my shorts, teasing me. I want him to touch me, to tear off my clothes and take me right here against the wall, but I can’t allow that to happen. This is wrong—so fucking wrong. We can’t do this.

I force myself to breathe, to think. “Jaxon, stop,” I say weakly. “You have no right to touch me like this.”

He leans in, his breath hot against my neck. “You sure about that? Because your body is saying something else.” His lips brush against my skin, and I nearly explode, letting out a desperate whimper.

Fuck. Me.

I grit my teeth, feeling Nina urging me to give in. But we can’t. If we cross this line, there’s no going back.