Chapter 19
Atwood House
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
6:05 a.m.
A low fire flowed through her veins as Sophia crawled her way up through the sea of sleep. It took her only a moment to understand why she felt hot. Alistair’s mouth was on her breast, his lips and tongue stirring an almost painful pleasure in her.
She moaned softly as she threaded her fingers through his silky, long hair, holding him close and silently inviting him to do as he pleased.
He muttered good morning, but didn’t raise his head from her breast. His tongue teased her n****e with so much care that her breathing speeded up.
“Good. Morning,” she murmured between moans, arching beneath his stroking hands and warm mouth.
There was a small part of her that still marveled at how wanton Alistair could make her even in the ear
