Hot tears slid rapidly down her cheeks again, entirely silent. This time she absolutely didn't even bother wiping them away. "…Yes," she whispered, her voice cracking. And then the painful confession tore from her throat exactly like a literal crack in her chest. "I absolutely hate this… I hate feeling like this so much…"
But even as the desperate words left her swollen lips, her traitorous body completely betrayed her—trembling violently, leaning heavily back against his solid chest, her breathing going incredibly shallow and fast.
His rough fingers curled smoothly beneath the tucked hem of her silk blouse, sliding effortlessly under the tight wire of her bra exactly like he fully knew she absolutely wouldn't stop him—not anymore. Warm, rough skin to soft, bare skin. His large palm fully molding around the heavy, bare weight of her breast. His calloused thumb grazing the incredibly sensitive, pebbled edge of her nipple.
She definitely didn't pull away.
How could she?
