Still breathing heavily, Tragos narrowed his eyes at her and shook his head. The goddamn cheek. "Fucking tease," he accused, not taking his eyes off her for a second, her parted lips, her pants around her knees, her shirt pressed up high, breasts on display. Tragos reached forward and grabbed a fistful of that shirt, using the handful of fabric bunched near her throat to pull her toward him again and kiss her fiercely.