Indeed, a woman's underwear was a weapon which could deal a lot of damage to a man's heart.
Rooted on his spot, Eric bit back a groan. A compulsive feeling urged his tongue to swipe between his lips. Before he knew it, he was behind her, gently caressing her butt cheeks.
At once, Evangeline stopped what she was doing and wanted to turn around, but Eric's hands in each side of her ass stopped her.
"What are you . . ." She didn't have a chance to form a sentence when Eric bent and leaned over. His breath hot in her ear.
"Eve . . . where is it . . . ?" he asked, fingers trailing on her butt.
"I . . ." Evangeline's brain malfunctioned when Eric ground his bulge against her behind, and she knew what was coming.
"Eric . . . ," she whined but didn't make any effort to stop him.
"Is it here?" Eric asked against her neck, gently biting her skin. His fingers were circling on the side of her ass.
