“Tavish.” Her mind swayed on heated waves, her arms rose, and her fingers pulled his hair, bringing his head down so she could kiss him.
Pleasure, warm and sweet, flooded him at the sound of his name on her lips. Desire was in her voice, and need and acceptance. But he could tell she was nervous, too. As soon as her lips met his, he took control of the kiss aggressively and masterfully.
Laetitia was so distracted she didn’t notice when he unzipped her trousers, and they fell to the floor, but when his fingers dipped inside her panties, she stiffened, surprised, breaking the kiss. “You…”
“Shh…spread your legs for me.”
She closed her eyes and stood quietly, almost afraid of her own reaction. It didn’t hinder him from seeking lower and spreading her so his finger could feel her. He whispe
