He lowered his head, and Katherine drew in a deep breath, anticipating his teeth on her sensitive flesh, but instead, his lips landed between her breasts. He was teasing her—or trying to anyway—she assumed as he licked and sucked between her mounds, continuing to run his fingers across her but not his mouth—not yet.
Philip continued to push the blanket out of the way, his hand sliding further down, rounding the curve of her hip, his lips trailing lower as well. Katherine was torn between the loathing she felt for the man who’d kidn*pped Matthew and killed his wife and the burning she was beginning to feel inside of her. As Philip’s hands lingered lower on her body, her emotions continued to twist until she had no idea what she should think, much less how she should behave.
Philip’s finge
