Phei came back to her front and kissed her again.
Harder this time.
His hand tightened at the back of her neck—fingers threading deep into her hair, fisting just enough to tilt her head exactly where he wanted it: chin up, mouth open, vulnerable and exposed. His other hand found her hip at last—palm spreading wide, fingers digging in pulling her flush against him until there was no space left.
No escape.
Her body met his in a slow, inevitable press—soft, full breasts crushing against his chest, nipples stiff and aching through her blouse, the unmistakable heat of his erection thick and insistent against her lower stomach, grinding through layers of fabric like a promise.
