Rosalind responded by catching his lower lip between her teeth and tugging gently. He has such a wonderful mouth; full lips almost too sensual for a man, gleaming white teeth, and that tongue… Lord the things he did to me with that tongue! She quivered with yearning, and the secret place between her thighs felt suspiciously liquid. Only Vidal can do this to me. She remembered the other time, in his bed, how he had teased and tormented and finally claimed her. It was wonderful; I want him again.
The thought brought cold reality washing down over her like ice water, breaking passion’s spell. Though she wanted him desperately, to give herself to him would be asking for trouble. She had, by the grace of God, not conceived a year ago, and it made no sense to risk it now. Also, she feared if sh
