Unable to admit that she could come up with nothing, Ana avoided his gaze and placed her hand on his broad shoulders. She pressed her fingers on his muscles, squeezing them as she moved down to his chest.
A fierce blush worked up her face when she felt his arousal press against her thigh. The stressful day must've killed all the shame in her, because she only chose to continue. Her hands followed the ridges of his abs, slowly working their way down.
Khai held her wrist and titled her chin up to meet his gaze. Her breath hitched, when she saw his face taut with hunger. "Ana…" his voice was hoarse with yearning. "You must think that I have the self control of a monk. How can you attempt something like this while looking so innocent?"
