CHAPTER 41

This time, Rhiannon participated fully in the kiss, opening her mouth under his, raising her hands to rest them on the iron slabs of muscle on his shoulders. When his tongue met hers again, she dug her nails into his shoulders, making him groan with satisfaction.

Paxton pulled her closer and she abandoned completely to that embrace. Sheer pleasure rose and surged through her body, blood rushing through her veins, her flesh sensitized and tingling with exquisite sensation at each brush of his body against hers.

His lips moved over hers possessively, his tongue pushing past, taking languid tastes of hers as heat built and surged through her senses. Rhiannon was lost in the pleasure, lost in each taste of the wild passion she was given.

Paxton’s mouth moved down the column of her neck, his tongue taking flicking tastes of her skin. He opened the bathrobe, revealing her breasts. A moan escaped her lips, an electric sensation racing through her at