Laura's mind screamed for her to pull away, to stop this before it crossed a line she could never take back—but that voice was faint now, drowned beneath the pounding of her heartbeat and the heat that was overtaking her.
The fight was gone from her; it had been stripped away the moment his touch found that sensitive bundle of nerves.
Now, there was nothing left but surrender. All she could do was cling to Ross's shoulders, her body trembling under the skillful rhythm of his hand, and take what he was giving her—every caress, every deliberate tease, every intoxicating rush of sensation.
And deep down, though she tried not to admit it to herself, she was beginning to love the feelings of what Ross was doing to her.
"Hahhhh…" Laura exhaled shakily, her chest heaving as though she had just surfaced from underwater.
Ross finally stopped kissing her.
