The bra loosened, straps falling an inch from her shoulders. She let it slide down her arms, not hurried. The lace caught for a moment at her elbows—then it fell.
Before he could really see her, her hands flew up to shield her chest. She tilted her face to side— her cheeks bubbling red as she avoided all eye contact.
Even as this was her idea, she was still a little hesitant— cautiously so.
Aegon realized he'd have to take the lead here or maybe just maybe... He didn't care anymore about hiding want.
He grasped her wrist, fingers curling firmly, possessively, but not unkindly. "You're still hesitating?"
She looked up, lips trembling, eyes glassy, and slowly let him move her arm aside but still refused to keep eye contact with him.
Finally, he saw them.
There they were—real, impossibly close. Breasts that made every fantasy he'd ever had feel like a child's sketch of desire.
