"I'm not in the mood, Amanda," Kael said, his voice soft yet firm, as he tried to maintain control of the situation.
But she was relentless, her bosom juggled left and right, and the peaks on her bosom brushed against his skin before she leaned her head to his ear once again, slightly tip-toeing on her feet to reach the height. "You say that every time," she whispered, her lips brushing lightly against his ear. "But your body always wants me."
A gentle laugh escaped her lips as if she had known all along how to get under his skin, in the most delicate of ways. The touch of her fingers against his side, the press of her chest against his back—it was impossible to ignore, and Kael found himself drawn in despite his initial resistance.
