Meanwhile, Julian's lips curled into a slow, knowing smile as he caught the flicker of heat and hesitation in her eyes. The flush staining her cheeks only fueled his hunger, making his grin deepen into something deliciously wicked.
"Come on," he purred, "don't be shy now. Show me what you're really made of."
His hand slid down, caressing along the curve of her waist, then drifting back up to cup one breast.
"Go ahead," he teased, "squeeze them for me. Make them nice and cozy."
His fingers twitched impatiently, eager to feel her respond, to watch her take control in the most intimate, desperate way.
Her breath hitched, cheeks burning hotter as his words sank deep. Slowly, almost hesitantly at first, her hands rose—soft, trembling—until her palms cupped her heavy breasts. Then, gathering courage, she pressed them together, squeezing herself tighter.
