All the protests and bitter things she wanted to say at that moment died in her throat the second his lips clashed with hers.
Was this his way of keeping her quiet? Because he knew how much she craved his touch?
She broke the kiss and turned her face away. But instead of stopping, he pressed kisses on her cheek, her ear, down her neck.
"Just… stop." Her voice came out sounding like a moan rather than a protest.
And it only seemed to spur him on.
His lips lingered on the mark he had given her before going lower.
Before she even realized what was happening, her gown was sliding off her shoulders to reveal the soft fabric of the chemise she wore underneath.
Was he really going to do it here?
"Lock… the door."
Too lost in his passion to hear her, he lifted her hips and pushed her further onto the table.
Then he worked on the ribbons of her chemise until they came undone.
Her breasts were finally bare to his view.
