He sat down next to her and pulled her onto his lap as if she weighed nothing. Pansy’s skin burned from the heat of him as he tugged at the front of her dress, freeing her breasts. Her dusty pink nipples puckered under the intensity of his stare and he bent down to kiss along the smooth column of her neck, caressing her breast with one strong hand. His fingers were rough but his touch feather light, sparks flickering through her blood from her nipple straight to her very core. 