Ishani's breath hitched as Ryan's fingers traced the delicate lace of her panties, the heat of his touch igniting a fire that spread through her core like wildfire. His thumb brushed accidentally against the soft swell of her mound, sending a jolt of electricity up her spine, and their eyes locked in a moment of raw, unspoken hunger—his piercing green gaze devouring her, pupils dilated with the same forbidden craving that pulsed through her veins. She could feel the hard length of his cock straining against his jeans, pressing insistently against her thigh as he leaned closer, his free hand sliding up to cup the curve of her breast through the thin sundress, teasing her hardened nipple with a gentle roll that made her arch involuntarily. The air between them crackled with tension, her pussy aching with a slick warmth that begged for more, yet a flicker of awareness pulled her back; the mundane reality of the evening intruded when Ryan murmured, "Let me help you with those dishes in the kitchen—they're piling up," his voice husky, laced with that playful charm that only heightened her desire.