Trevor~
Sweet and tangy.
Shana Price tastes like sugar with a twist of lemon.
My mind tells me to go slow, reminding me that I don't have any right to this beautiful woman. My mind is saying to stop, yet her soft moan is all I hear.
My body has its own GPS with the destination close. Listening to my mind is out of the question.
Her petite body shivers as I tease her sweet lips. They willingly part as my tongue delves inside, wrestling with hers.
Not giving up its fight, my thoughts remind me how forward this behavior is and how it isn't like me. Trevor Willis is not a man who chases a woman down, pins her against the wall, and kisses her until neither of us can breathe or cares.
It's not me.
But, f**k, it should be.
I like it.
I won't blame the alcohol. I'll blame my nee
