Jessica's hand trailed lower, her fingers tracing the defined lines of Jayden's abs, following the V that disappeared beneath the towel. Her touch was fire against his skin, and Jayden's breath hitched.
"Jessica" he tried one more time, his voice rough. "We shouldn't—"
"Stop talking," she whispered against his ear, her breath hot. Her teeth grazed his earlobe, and Jayden's hips bucked involuntarily. "I need this. I need you. Please, Jayden. Don't make me beg."
The desperation in her voice broke through the last of his resistance. His hands slid up her thighs, pushing the silky nightgown higher, and he felt her shiver under his touch.
"If we do this," Jayden said, his voice low and serious despite the desire coursing through him, "we can't take it back."
