His kiss remains light and controlled, but his hands are increasingly frantic as they search for entry into her clothing.
He is rewarded and with a sigh he splays his hands on her back. He absorbs her heat, totally still for a moment, giving her time to catch up with him.
When her hands start to move very slowly, sliding towards his waistband, his heart sings. He has not put her off. She starts responding to his kiss. Her hands gently, carefully pull at his shirt until there is enough room to slip them in and touch his back.
He breaks the kiss and leans back enough to allow his hands to slide to her sides caressing her from her hips to her ribcage. When his palm first makes contact with the outside of her breast, a moan escapes her.
He can see the startled desire in her eyes.
Lightening his grip, he moves his hands until he cups and lifts her unfettered breasts. Simultaneously, his thumbs come up to brush across her nipples. Her head drops back pushing her lower body into his erection, which is painfully trapped.
Her breasts are soft and mobile, a perfect fit for his hands – not too small and not too big. He teases them until the rock-hard pebbles of her nipples are drilling holes into his palms.
Only a moment ago, he thought that touching her like this, feeling her response, would keep him satisfied forever.
It is already not enough.
He needs to see.
Following the news of the death of her former lover and father of her child, Nina embarks on a journey to remember a secret, unconventional love across a generation. In The Lost Soul, she explores her early friendship with Lom, during which he saves her from the ravages of emotional neglect caused by her parents’ alcohol abuse as well as her growing confidence and emerging love for a man who cannot be hers.