He kissed her throat and carefully pulled the silk and lace of her bra away from her breasts to lay it with the panties. “Although I really like the idea of taking those off of you—repeatedly.” His voice was rough.
Then he kissed her breasts. First one, then the other. Gently, like a breath of wind. She sighed and arched into his mouth, her hands in his hair, wanting more. He licked and sucked, until that one point, that one small part of her, became the center of everything. His hand strayed across her stomach, and she felt sizzling tendrils of heat twine downward. She shifted her legs and lifted her hips, greedy for his touch there.
He groaned as her skin slipped and tugged on his, and when his fingers skimmed her curls, she answered with her own needy sigh. The desire was spiraling b
