Viktor scrambled backward, his hands slipping on the wet stone as he tried to extract himself from the compromising position.
As he pulled away, the slight drag of his lips over the newly exposed nub made her flinch, a tiny, involuntary shiver running through her.
The now-erect nipple, no longer tucked safely inward, brushed the cool air and she hated, absolutely hated, how sharply she could feel it.
Her face burned hotter.
He didn't notice the change, but she did.
She clamped an arm over her chest the moment he shifted far enough, fingers pressing flat in a desperate attempt to hide the traitorous peak before anyone could see anything different about her.
Her other arm stayed tight at her side, the only thing stopping her short, battle-worn mini-jeans—those skirt-like pant guards riding low on her hips—from slipping any further.
The damp fabric clung to her thighs, the frayed hem barely covering her ass.
But she knew.
For the first time, her nipple had come out.
