But he silenced her instantly. Not with brutal force. With absolute precision.
A dark, victorious smile tugging at his lips as he clearly saw how her massive professional walls had finally, completely crumbled.
He caught her sharp jaw firmly in one hand, tilting her flushed face exactly until her swollen lips were close enough to taste—and gave her a very deliberate kiss. Small. Highly calculated. A soft brush far more than a demanding press.
But it melted instantly into something incredibly deeper and filthier as he moved his other large hand up again, directly between her bare, heavy breasts.
His rough thumb and forefinger sharply pinched the exact same sensitive nipple before pulling it cruelly, exactly as he had teased her before—but much harder this time.
Her body jerked violently. A high, desperate gasp tore completely from her throat, her bare legs tightening instinctively around his muscular thigh as her mouth broke wetly away from his kiss.
