Chapter Thirteen
Russell
Paisley's jade eyes blinked up at me. Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were kiss bitten. She was f*****g dangerous. Jesus. Her breasts were round, just enough to fill my palms. Her n*****s were dusky pink and taut. I couldn't help it and dipped my head again to swirl my tongue around one and give it a suck. I savored the way she trembled underneath me and let out a sharp cry.
“Russell,” she murmured.
I lifted my head. “Yes?”
“What do you mean I’m dangerous?” she pressed.
“You're so hot, and well, you're dangerous for me because I can’t think.”
I slid my palm over her belly. Her skin was warm and dewy. I brought my lips to her skin again, this time following the random scatter of freckles on one side of her belly. She was wearing practical black cotton p
