บท 209: Chapter 208 - A Game Of Ploys

She leaned forward, pressing herself against his hand.

It was hard to ignore the warmness and the smothess of her flesh, or how soft her petite breasts felt, or the warmness that shrugged through him at her action, making his whole body come alive in a way he hadn't felt in a very long time.

When last had he been with a woman?

Those woman he had almost spent the night with at his Mistress's bar weren't to be considered. Besides, nothing was even given a chance to happen before everything went south.

This feeling that was sprinting through his veins and trying to wrestle him to submission was strong, but he ignored it nevertheless, withdrawing his hand after a brief fruitless search.

"It's not there."

"You didn't search enough," she said harshly in a low whisper, her eyes shut tight, her shoulders relaxed, her body pushed a little forward with longing. "Not lonnng enough," she added.

He looked down at her instinctively. His eyebrows drawn into an ever increasing frown.