“Anything else?” he asked against her skin.

“Yes, actually, I— Oh….” Her mind drew a total blank. Jiyong had drawn her robe open, and even now his fingers over her s, her rib cage, and down the flat plain of her belly to her moist apex.

Gods, but he excited her to distraction.

He her with his fingers while kissing the tip of one , his tongue swirling around the peak before he withdrew and blew gently across her wet . She sighed, shivering as chills broke out across her skin.

“You know, I really can’t think with you doing that,” Dara confessed.

“No?” he asked, and repeated the sensual process with her other . Dara drew in a deep breath and arched in response, tangling her fingers in his hair.

“Since you’re being so wickedly unfair right now,” she groaned as his fingers flicked against her just the way she liked, “you’ll just have to promise we negotiate the rest later.”

Laughing low in his chest, Jiyong teased a slow kiss from her then pulled back and stripped off his shirt. “Agreed.”

Jiyong tossed his shirt aside, and Dara reached for him, welcoming him as he eased down next to her. He parted her robe, sliding it off one shoulder, prompting her to touch him in kind. She smoothed a hand over his bare shoulder and along his arm, following his attentive caresses with her own.

Her exploration continuing south, she his muscular chest, her fingertips streaking over his flat s and down his taut torso. Dara’s riveted gaze caressed his body, a trill of excitement racing through her when she saw the way his abdominal muscles twitched in response to her touch.

He chuckled. “Planning to tease me, are you?”

That smoky voice wrapped around her heart and squeezed. She nipped his chin, planted a row of kisses down his neck. “Not in the least.”

His bulged against his trousers, and she ran her hand down to rub and knead his length through the fabric of his pants. Kaid drew in a deep breath, his nostrils flaring, his eyes slipping shut for a moment as she massaged him.

His heaviness allured her, too tempting to ignore. When she ped him and drew him out, gripping his hard length into her fist, she heard his sharp intake of breath. Taking her time, she slid her hand along his velvet skin, working his sensitive flesh from shaft to tip.

She hadn’t touched him in at least a year, and no other man had ever inspired her to risk her heart or her body for a few moments of pleasure. Touching Kaid now awakened a low, throbbing pressure between her thighs. Oh, how she’d missed him, missed this….