With an erratic heartbeat, she took short steps toward him. As soon as she reached him, he grabbed her nape, threaded his fingers into her hair, and buried his face in her neck. He made a masculine noise of satisfaction that she could feel deep in her stomach before it settled into a weight between her legs.
Her breasts pressed against his hard, warm abs, and a shiver rolled through her. He ran his face up and down her neck, as though he was savoring her smell, or maybe languishing in the fact that he’d caught his next meal.
“f**k. You feel good,” he groaned against her throat.
He settled them back on the lounge bed, the movements pushing her skirt up. He wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her, setting her close to eye level. The bed was warm against her thighs as he stepped bet
