ONYX
"Liar!" Ruhn grunted when he saw thin lace underneath the jacket. "Someone promised that there wouldn't be anything there."
At the same time, his palms gently pushed the rough military wool off my shoulders, leaving me in just my obsidian lace bralette and high-waist pants.
I shuddered at the contact of the fresh cool air with my skin as he closed the distance between us. Not that those few inches meant much.
"All Tynan are liars," I taunted him, "haven't you heard?"
"I am starting to think that at least one of you is seriously misunderstood," he growled and gently pushed me into the tree, his lips descending onto my neck, eliciting a rush of goosebumps with each touch.
God, his lips on my skin felt undeniably good. I still couldn't believe that I was doing this. And with Ru
