With great reluctance, Cleo lifted a slender finger and pressed it gently against Rex's lips, breaking the kiss. Her cheeks, faintly flushed, glowed with a beauty that could have stolen the breath from any onlooker. Her eyes met his, filled with both longing and restraint.
"Not here..." she whispered, her voice steadier now but tinged with regret.
The faint blush on her porcelain skin, however, betrayed her heart more than her words ever could.
"Why not?" Rex murmured, the words a low, velvety rumble against her skin. His teeth found her chin in a playful nip, a teasing promise that sent a jolt of lightning straight to her core.
As he spoke, his hand began a slow, deliberate journey, sliding beneath the hem of her simple white dress. His palm was warm and sure as it cupped the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, a claiming touch that made her breath hitch and her teeth sink into the plumpness of her own lower lip.
