Chapter Seventeen
One day later in Chinatown, Boston
Jie lifted his hands to Megan’s bare breasts.
The full undersides of soft orbs filled his palms and he squeezed them gently, brushed his thumbs over her dusky n*****s.
Meg’s breath caught softly and she leaned back against his naked torso. The movement pushed the top of her buttocks into his dragon, which, of course, rose and grew hard. He dragged in a breath.
Self-control was not going to be easy.
Meg’s skin, fresh from her bath, exuded the scent of roses mixed with the deeper musk emanating from her yin cave. Her arousal shimmered in the air around them and the scent strengthened as their bodies touched. The heel of Meg’s foot positioned against her moist open core also heightened Jie’s tension. Her golden hair, gathered in a loo
