Book Two: Chapter 74

She stepped in between Asterion’s thick arms and pulled them around her shoulders. “I like how you feel.” It wasn’t even meant as an endearment--the sun had warmed his fur to the point where he gave off heat like an electric blanket. Finding a pocket of warmth in the cold shadows of the cliff made her smile, and she turned around and pushed her hips back into his.

He said nothing, one hand settling on her hip bone and squeezing. He lowered his weapon and set it against the rocks behind them. While not much of a conversationalist, this was one message that he received loud and clear.

Closing her eyes, she reached over her shoulder and stroked the tight flesh along his jawline. It was covered in thin, coarse hair that made a bristling sound when she rubbed it. His free hand moved up to her breast and squeezed it from beneath. She covered his hand with hers and urged him to squeeze even harder.

I wonder if Mike would squeeze my breasts like this.

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