Startled but too out of my wits to speak, I just muster to hold on to his strong arms when his head invade the sensitive space between my nape and shoulder blade. The stark difference in height has him leaning on me and he too noticed. The next thing I know I'm levitating.
"Sarkhan!" I squeal, trying to push the guy away but the loss of momentum has me grabbing his head. My eyes widen, looking at his face buried in my breast.
A gasp and a ferocious roar are the only thing that resounds beside my thumping heart. I release his head, only to keep my hands firm on his shoulders for support.
"Sarkhan!" I grit out as the heat on my face exceeds. His other hand is freaking under my ass! My back stationed against the wall was of hardly any coverage. His chin and cheek were still nestled in my boobs. The damn flimsy bra wasn't even padded.
