Rohit didn't waste the permission.
He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer. His left hand was still useless in the sling, but his right hand would have to do the job. He leaned in and kissed her cheek softly, then moved lower, pressing his lips against the side of her neck.
A shiver ran down Arya's spine the moment his warm mouth touched her skin. She bit her lip harder, trying to stay quiet, but a small, shaky breath escaped her.
"Mmh~"
Rohit inhaled her perfume, his eyes never leaving the pilot's back. His hand slid under her arm and boldly cupped her breast over the shirt, squeezing and moulding it deliberately. It felt good, but it wasn't enough.
He slipped his hand under her shirt and bra in one smooth motion, cupping her bare breast. It was incredibly soft and warm. He gave it a gentle squeeze, thumb brushing over her nipple.
Arya's breathing became heavier.
