Lena’s lips parted, but no words came. Her body spoke for her, Adrian could see the tremor in her thighs, the flush across her chest and the way her breathing hitched with every tug of the rope.
Adrian saw it all. He dropped the camera on the couch, it was forgotten now, then he moved toward her in two decisive steps. His hand gripped her chin, tilting her face upward.
“You want me to stop?” His voice was slowly dangerous.
She shook her head. “No.”
“You want more?” His thumb brushed her lower lip, making her shiver.
“Yes,” she whispered, surprising herself.
Something shifted instantly in his gaze. The artist dissolved, leaving behind the man who had been holding himself back all this time. His mouth crashed onto hers, fiercely.
The kiss stole her breath, it was rough and hungry. She
