He had previously kissed the spot over her heart through the thin silk, making Lianne Lianne's body grow warm.
Now, his long, cool fingers touched the top of her thigh. The stark difference in temperature made Lianne Lianne shiver.
On reflex, she grabbed his hand, stopping him from going any further.
Seth Sinclair pulled away from her lips, creating some distance, his gaze deep and dark as he watched her.
Lianne Lianne stared back at him, her eyes clouded with the daze of their kiss and confusion at their sudden separation.
Seeing her expression, Seth Sinclair suddenly smiled. He leaned in again and captured her lips.
One of Lianne Lianne's hands clutched his shirt while the other pressed against his. The man's hand was warm, his knuckles firm, brimming with an immeasurable strength.
Their tongues tangled for a few seconds before Seth Sinclair turned his hand to capture hers. He guided it back along her waistline until it met soft, supple flesh, where he made it linger.
