Looking frustrated at his lack of being able to do much with his hands due to her restraints, he put his elbows on the table, and pulled her closer by her shirt. She leaned in and he placed his mouth against hers, gently at first, his tongue barely tracing her lips. Wanting more, she half rose out of her chair, pushing him backwards until he was standing, never breaking the kiss. He came around the table, resting his hands against her hips, and pushed her mouth open with his tongue.Sizzling with longing, she slid her hands up his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. It wasn’t enough, even as he plundered her mouth, and she moaned in frustration, raking her fingers back down and getting them under his shirt. His hard, hot stomach contracted as she ran her hands over the muscular expanse, and she yanked him closer by his waistband. Having him pressed against her sent a shockwave through her that she was sure he could feel. With a low growl, he snaked a hand into her hair, wrapping it around his hand and tugging her head back, kissing hungrily down her neck while his other hand still rested placidly at her waist.About to cry from wanting so badly to feel his hands on her, she actually reached down and put her hand over his, moving it up toward her breast.“Why aren’t you touching me?”
