CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Harry slipped into Jessica’s room about two a.m., first appraising her from the doorway, then on moving closer, he ripped off his jeans and t-shirt and climbed in bed, combing her naked body with his hands. Like a beast let out of a cage, his fiery temperament exploded over her flesh; that sweet-smelling, raw flesh warmly inviting his mauling hands to shape it according to his desires.
She gasped, coming out of a dead sleep quickly.
“What!” Trying to sit up and failing.
“Shush…” he covered her mouth, as if they might be heard.
Then he covered her mouth with his lips, pressing his tongue inside and letting it dance not so gracefully, although the erotic intent of it produced the desired effect.
She started to move luridly against him, her body instantly aflame. A
