Stephen’s hands found her waist, then slid higher, cupping the full, heavy undersides of her breasts.
He was careful of the fresh ink, thumbs stroking the unmarked skin in slow circles that edged closer and closer to her n*****s without quite giving her the pressure she wanted.
Anna rocked against his thigh, chasing friction, the slick evidence of her arousal leaving a faint shine on the dark fabric.
He leaned in and closed his mouth around one peaked n****e.
The heat of it tore a soft sound from her throat.
His tongue flicked, circled, sucked...never quite hard enough, never long enough.
He switched to the other breast, repeating the same maddeningly gentle torment while one gloved hand slid down the soft curve of her stomach and between her legs.
Fingers traced the seam of he
