"Faye, what are you trying to do?"
Tessa Caldwell's voice was weak due to her panting, sounding more like an invitation than a question to Faye.
"I want to kiss you." His breath filled her airways as his hand held her waist firmly, his body brushing against hers.
The masculine touch in his exploratory movements instantly threw Tessa Caldwell's breathing into disarray, her blood flowing faster, and the skin he touched prickled with tiny bumps.
She squirmed under him, "No…"
Afraid he might use force, she hesitated and added, "...Not now, you need to get up."
Faye lowered his head and casually asked, "Why?"
Tessa held her breath and leaned back, trying hard to evade him, but there was the bed behind her, nowhere to escape to. She pushed against him, but he didn't budge an inch.
Faye said, "Not now because you're sick. When you get better, we can. Seems like you care about me quite a bit."
Tessa's lips twitched, "Your skin's really getting thicker, as thick as a city wall."
