Chapter - 87

"Not yet," she laughed, low and throaty, and then her mouth crashed into his. The kiss was hot, messy, all teeth and tongue, and Kaito kissed her back with equal hunger. She tasted of salt and sweetness, her lips soft but demanding, and he could feel her breasts pressing against him through her blouse, full and tempting. His hands slid up her sides, cupping them, and she moaned into his mouth as he squeezed, her nipples stiffening under his thumbs even through the fabric.

Lyla pulled back, panting, and tugged her blouse off with a flick of her wrists. It landed somewhere behind her, forgotten, and Kaito's breath caught at the sight of her bare torso-pale skin glowing in the lantern light, breasts round and perfect, nipples pink and hard. She arched her back, offering herself, and her voice was a command wrapped in a plea. "Touch me."