Alex stepped closer, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her skin. “Tanya…”
“There it is,” she purred, her forehead resting against Alex’s. “My favorite sound.”
The light from the window poured over her. It traced the swell, the shadow beneath, the faint, lacy edge of the bralette she wore—something black and delicate that offered more mystery than support. She looked like a Caravaggio painting come to brutal, gorgeous life. LoveHerBoobs 24 09 03 Tanya Virago Say Wow Out ...
“Well?” she whispered, her eyes still on the reflection. “Does this angle work?”
The tank top rode up. Not much, just a sliver of the smooth, warm skin of her lower back. But the real effect was higher. The movement pulled the thin cotton taut across her chest, outlining the full, heavy curves of her breasts with sudden, breathtaking clarity. Alex stepped closer, close enough to feel the
Tanya Virago was not a woman who did anything quietly. Her laugh was a cascade of bells, her opinions sharp as her favorite lens, and her presence filled a room like the scent of cedar and lightning. Today, however, she was unnervingly still.
“Say it,” she commanded softly, finally lowering one arm to brush the back of her fingers against Alex’s cheek. “I want to hear you say it out loud.” It traced the swell, the shadow beneath, the
The canvas, the light, the cold coffee—all of it dissolved. There was only the soft, sharp intake of Alex’s next breath, and the slow, deliberate way Tanya guided one of Alex’s hands to the hem of her tank top, inviting a deeper exploration. The story was no longer about the art on the wall. It was about the art of her body, and the worship it so richly demanded.