Seeing his expression, Charlotte smiled and kissed him again as her lips parted on a sigh.
While their mouths moved together, her right hand slid down his arm.
She found his wrist, lifted it gently and guided his palm upward until it cupped the full, warm weight of her breast.
He squeezed it instinctively, feeling the plush give of her flesh and the way it overflowed his hand.
The remaining bra strap slipped fully down her shoulder under the motion and the lace caught for half a second on the stiff peak of her nipple before sliding away completely.
The bra fell to her elbows, useless now.
His bare palm met bare skin, and her nipple felt like velvet knot pressing insistently into the center of his hand.
Brandon pulled back from the kiss with a soft, wet sound.
His eyes dropped to the sight of her exposed breast cradled in his grip.
Full and heavy, flushed a delicate rose at the edges and the pink nipple stood proudly against her beautiful skin.
