the waistband of her hip huggers. He leered as he tapped his elegant fingers just above her clit. Just above. The vibrations of it got her nubby growing and it peeked past the sheath, hunting attention. Paloma tried to will the butterflies in her tummy still. Carlito knew how to tease. He was much more prone to torment. The bastard knew Paloma, inside and out. He yanked her close. "Chicaaah, don’t be shy. Put your pretty leg up here," while pulling her close to his bony hip