Tianna gasped into his mouth as his thumbs grazed the underside of her breasts, teasing her, building her anticipation with maddening slowness.
And she didn't stop him.
She couldn't. She wanted this to happen also.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, the thought of her mother flickered—frail and tired in a cold hospital room, fighting a war against a ruthless disease.
Guilt tried to rise in her chest, tried to remind her of the battles still being fought beyond these walls.
But Ross's hand slid under her bra and cupped her breast, warm and tender, and Tianna moaned softly into his mouth.
That whisper of guilt was swallowed by the tidal wave of sensation.
All she could feel now was his skin on hers, the weight of his body pressing her down into the mattress, the softness of his lips, the ache growing between her thighs.
She felt alive for the first time in what seemed like forever. No responsibilities. No burdens.
Just this. Just him.
