The glass-leaved tree cast fractured light across her bare boobs, her body still trembling from the orgasm he'd wrung out of her.
He tilted his head, eyes glinting with cocky delight. "Well, damn," he drawled, voice thick with swagger. "Didn't know you could scream like that. Thought you were all dry wit, but that? You melted for me."
Inolda's hazel eyes snapped to his, narrowing as her flush deepened, not just from pleasure now, but from irritation. "Oh, shut up," she shot back, her tone sharp and biting, though her voice was still ragged.
She straightened, pushing off the arch, her perky boobs bouncing faintly. "You're not that good, pretty boy. I've had better." Her words were a challenge, flung like a gauntlet, but the way her thighs pressed together betrayed how much he'd gotten under her skin.
Alex's grin deepened, the corners of his mouth curling with unyielding confidence, as if he were a wolf who'd already claimed his prey.
