Still in surprise about this development, Raiva hesitated. Her lips were lonely, and the air touching them was cold when Lu withdrew his touch. She wasn't sure whether to stop this before it went any further or return the warmth of Lu's embrace with a kiss of her own.
But before Raiva could make a decision she would regret, Lu made it for her.
Lu snaked his hands below her dress shirt. He teased the upper reaches of her buttocks with flittering fingers, whose touches penetrated her pants and underwear, before snaking his fingers into her shirt.
Lu's smooth and slightly cold fingers drew chills and goosebumps as they ran over Raiva's back. They even elicited a slight gasp. Lu's touch was entrancing, and Raiva lost the will to resist.
Lu leaned in for another kiss. At the same time, he brought his hands to the fore.
He was a skilled thief, and his fingers were nimble.
The buttons on Raiva's white dress shirt didn't stand a chance.
