To make matters worse, Dallie’s arms were not crossed over her breasts anymore. They were pressed against Grégoire’s hard, slightly hairy chest. A delicious tickle sent her senses on high alert. Even more so when she felt his hard and bulky front that nestled in her center. His arms were around her waist, and her hands were on his broad shoulders.
“Even if you cover yourself like a nun, magnifique, I see you naked in my eyes,” he muttered, huskily.
Their heavy breaths mingled. There were no words that she could find to fling back at him. Their gazes were fastened on each other.
“I want you so much that I can’t think of anything else,” he added. “I want to take you right here, right now, magnifique, but I know you won’t like it… or… would you?”
Dallie’s throat went dry, her heart thuddi
