Insatiable

Avery

His hand moved higher, thumb brushing the crease where my thigh met my hip. "You know what I'm thinking about right now?"

"I can guess," I said dryly.

"No." He shook his head. "I'm thinking about how fucking beautiful you looked in the water. Like some kind of water nymph."

I felt my cheeks heat. "The whiskey's making you poetic."

"Maybe." He drained his glass and set it aside. "Or maybe you