Her naked skin was enough to bring her out in a mass of sensually aroused goosebumps, and Victoria knew of her naked body, reveal to him in all their darkly pink, feminine glory, that her n*****s were as eagerly aroused as two rosebuds, just waiting for the hot, silky warmth of the morning sun to coax them into full flower.
Only what her n*****s yearned for was not the touch of the summer sun, but the stroke of Lukas’s fingers; the moist heat of his mouth. The intimacy of her own thoughts was enough to make her shudder visibly.
He had never seen a woman betray her arousal, her need, so innocently nor so proudly, Lukas acknowledged, and he had certainly never felt so awed, so humbled, so blessed in knowing he was the reason for that arousal.
She might not love him but Victoria wanted him
