"No," I whispered. "It's not enough."
Augustus went still.
"Because I don't want to know how much you want me in numbers, Augustus. I want you to show me."
As soon as the words left my tongue, something shifted in Augustus. His jaw loosened, and a faint smirk ghosted across his mouth—an expression I'd never seen on him before, raw and unguarded.
He reached for the clasp of my bra, fingers deft, no hesitation. The fabric fell away. My skirt followed, pooling at my feet. Then my underwear. I stood bare before him, heart hammering.
He kissed me again, deeper this time, his hand sliding up to cup my breast. His thumb circled my nipple, teasing, and I gasped against his mouth.
He squeezed, testing my reaction, then pinched lightly. A moan tore from my throat before I could stop it.
Augustus pulled back, and I stared up at him.
His eyes had darkened completely—pupils blown wide, fixed on me with an intensity that sent heat pooling low in my belly.
