His cock stirred visibly in the new jeans.
She noticed, and her smile turned wicked and pleased.
She stepped closer, her hand brushing lightly over the front of his jeans, feeling the growing hardness beneath her palm.
Jaenor's control snapped.
He stood abruptly and took her to the changing rooms.
His hands were gripping her waist as he pulled her against him.
His mouth crashed down on hers in a deep, possessive kiss, his tongue claiming hers with urgent hunger. One hand slid up to cup her breast through the silk dress, thumb brushing over her hardening nipple.
Kate moaned softly into his mouth, her body melting into his.
