Viola held her breath, her skin buzzing with anticipation. She wanted to feel the moist warmth of his tongue on her breast again, but his lips pulled away.
His hand pressed a demanding pressure at the back of her neck and she obeyed it's unspoken command, turning her mouth back to his.
But this time his kiss was as light as a moth's wing, more like a breath than an actual touch of lips. But it made shivers ride outward from every pore of her body. His caresses were loving, gentle, as he took a nipple, hard and expectant, between his thumb and the edge of his palm, squeezing it gently until she sighed against his lips.
His hands moved over her shoulders and her lounge bra fell onto his lap. First, she felt the warm fingers of night air ripple over her skin, then his warm, hard fingers followed.
