chapter 73

She hadn’t known any kiss could feel like this. like a drug. like a craving. she swept her hands up and down his sides and around to his back, tracing the indent of his spine and urging him to crush her because his weight felt so good against her.

“this is all I think about,” he growled against her cheek, thumbs circling and circling her distended nipples, sending runnels of heat and need deep into her loins.

His knee barely suggested inserting itself between hers and she flowered open, accepting his hard thigh against her mound with a shaken gasp of gratitude.

While the edge of his teeth stole down her neck and he sucked on her earlobe and swept his tickling caress across her breasts, all her focus drilled down to the bright, hot place where his hard thigh pinned itself to her pulsing flesh.

She was moving against him, she realized. seeking those sharp, piercing bolts of pleasure. she was as shameless as she was mindless. her hands were clenched in his hair and she was arching and sh