He growled again, metal hand sliding to spread out over the back of her hips. He pulled her closer and ground the evidence of his arousal against that part of her he ached to be buried hilt deep in. The movement broke the dam of restraint. He gripped her hair to pull her head back again.
His mouth crashed down over hers, her whimper as she met him kiss for kiss the sweetest damn thing he’d ever heard. He couldn’t stop touching her, his hands sliding down her curves and around. His tongue wrapped around hers as he cupped her breasts, a growl of need and approval deep in his throat as he cradled their weight. She was curvy rather than slender and toned, but he didn’t care. He loved women in all their shapes and sizes. They were a beautiful mystery to him. Her more than any other.
Breaking
