"I'm figuring out how you feel."
"And?"
Martin pressed more firmly, taking more of her breast into his hand.
"Soft."
Alexandra's lips curved.
"But not only soft."
His fingers kneaded deeper, feeling the firmer shape beneath the warmth. Her breast was fuller than his hand could easily contain, forcing him to adjust his grip.
"That sounded almost intelligent," she said.
Martin squeezed again.
Her breath caught.
The reaction encouraged him more than her words had. He moved his thumb across the front of her breast, feeling the fabric tighten over the hard point beneath it. When he passed over it again, Alexandra's chest lifted into his palm.
Martin watched her face as he repeated the motion.
Her lips parted. The confidence in her expression slipped for a second before returning.
"There?" he asked.
Alexandra nodded once.
