Zaya didn’t have time to think about it as his lips travel to her neck, licking his bite. He lifted his hips from hers. She swallowed her disappointment at the loss of the delicious pressure between her legs, as his lips closed on her right breast. “And you don’t want that,” he murmured against her breast, continuing his warning. His voice sounded husky and very, very sexy. Its vibration sent tingling sparks to shimmy on her skin, making her arousal worse. He flicked his tongue against her n****e then suckled hard. His hand caressed its way to the edge of her robe. He pulled it up slowly, making Zaya gasp in anticipation. He was finally going to give her what she needed. No matter how selfish this was, she relished his every touch.
Trust washed over her. There was no anxiety within her
