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Rhys's breathing quickened, and his hands clenched around the delicate chain as he watched Kass make her decision. When she dropped her hands and her bra fell to the floor, a smile curved his lips. Triumph and relief swirled through him, mixed with the lust that was ever-present when she was near.
His gaze tracked from her face down to her breasts where her pink nipples were hard and tight. Clearing his throat, he said, "The panties, too."
He heard her breath hitch, but she shimmied out of the little scrap of cloth without a word.
She stood before him, her slender body held proudly. His gaze drifted over full breasts and generous hips, zeroed in on the soft, bare petals of her sex. Her swollen clit peeked from under its hood. The scent of her arousal perfumed the air around them. He drew in a deep breath, holding the musky aroma in his nose, wanting to sear his lungs with it. Needing to touch her, to see if her skin was as soft as he remembered, he stretched out his left hand and cupped one breast.
Rhys closed his eyes and concentrated on his sense of touch. Like fine silk under his callused palm, the soft heat of her skin sent prickles of awareness all the way to his cock. His erection, which had subsided only minutely, thickened and lengthened, constricted by the leather placket of his pants.
His lids swept up, and he snagged her dark gaze with his own, seeing the flare of passion reflected in her cocoa-colored eyes. He brought up his right hand and the chain fed from his palm, forming a Y and attaching in a loop around first one nipple, then the other.
Giving the chain a slight pull, he swallowed, hard, when she licked her lips and shivered as ittugged on her erect nipples. "Hold out your hands," he instructed, his voice raspy with need. Gods, his cock felt ready to burst and he'd only touched her breast.