Her hair clung to sweaty skin, that infuriatingly sweet scent making my head spin. I wanted to burying my nose in her neck and taste her skin. "And a hardly common one." Her hand tightened on mine, squeezing her breast and it sent another pulse through me.
Guilt and betrayal curled in my stomach but a haze fell over me, so thick it wrestled against the feelings. In that split second of hesitation and indecision, she decided for me.
Fingers wrapped around my wrists, guiding them up and beneath the loose edge of her tunic until my palms met the heat of her skin. My breath caught. The contact was electric--a forbidden, dangerous spark that roared through my blood and shattered every last ounce of reason.
She rocked forward on my cock and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her in place. "Do not ever order me around again."
Her lips skimmed mine. "That I can't promise."
