Denis wanted to resist, to push her away and remind himself of the betrayal that still burned deep within him. But the moment he met her smoldering gaze, something inside him snapped. That fire of desire ignited with a force he couldn't control. His breath grew heavier as her fingers grazed the sensitive skin at his collarbone while she unbuttoned the top of his shirt.
Tania leaned in, her lips hovering over his, teasing him with the warmth of her breath. Then she kissed him—soft at first, but when he didn't pull away, she deepened it, tangling her fingers in his hair.
Denis groaned against her mouth, his hands gripping her waist and pulling her closer.
As the kiss turned breathless, she pulled back, her lips swollen and curved into a knowing smile. Her fingers trailed down his chest, skimming over the fabric of his shirt with deliberate slowness.
Denis clasped the armrests, his heart pounding. Tania's finger moved further south and unbuckled his belt.
