For a second I debated asking her whether she was sure about that, but I kept my mouth shut. No point scaring her off before we’d even got started.

Still. I wasn’t going to let this moment go—not yet.

‘No,’ I lied through my teeth. ‘You’re going to have to be comfortable with me touching you, though.’

She shifted on her feet, her Converses making scraping sounds on the pavement. Yeah, she was nervous, all right.

‘Touching me how?’

I should have stopped right then. I should have let her go, turned around and taken her home.

But I didn’t.

The devil had me in his grip and I wanted to keep pushing, to make her even more nervous. Because I’d been hanging out for her for years and now it was my turn to make her sweat.

I kept my posture loose and easy. Nothing threatening. Nothing that would scare her. But I held that green gaze of hers and let the hunger show.

‘Come here and I’ll show you.’