“Right there. Right over the fancy lacy panties and I think I might die. Because it’s embarrassing. Because it feels good. Because I want him to do it again and again and again. Rhys presses his nose into my panties and inhales, his eyes on mine, and ohmygod do men do that? Rhys does that. I bet Rhys does lots of things and he’s going to do them to me. I bite my lip as Rhys hooks his thumbs into the sides of the material and tugs them down my thighs. His.”