BOOK 1

Gently he smoothed his hand along the side of her face, then down her neck. His fingers found the pulse point at the base of her throat, pressed and felt its rapid cadence. It matched his own.

Her skin was warm, soft, and perfumed. He skimmed his lips back up her neck to her mouth and thrust his tongue deep into her. And it was like coming home. It had all started between them with a kiss. And now it would continue.

As he kissed her his fingers trailed lower to the neckline of her top and pushed it off her shoulder so that he could slide his hand beneath it to cup one small, perfect breast. Electricity scored through him.

Her effect on him was amazing. She made him want her, and even now when he was about to take her, he knew it wouldn’t be enough. She was like a banquet to a man who hadn’t known he was starving until he looked at her. And he knew, the more he had of her, the more he would want.

“I can’t go slow anymore,” he muttered.

“Good,” she whispered. “I’m ready for fast.”

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