CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN

l gritted my jaw against the sweet scent of the woman so beautifully incensed next to me. She was making me do crazy things, things i had never thought possible of doing.

My mind drifted back to the night—the first night i had gotten the pleasure of hearing her moans, and i must admit, they sounded like music to my ears and i knew i wanted to hear them for a very long time.

Now here she was again, hunting my very thought with an image so profound and enticing. The silkiness of her legs and her sweet knees revealed when her dress had ridden up. The dress that she had worn was red, except for the display of gold at the hem.

I hadn’t taken my eyes off her—the column of her sweet neck, her sexy throat, her lips—when she smiled. She was truly a young goddess in that scandalous red dress and those perfectly pink lips that had been nothing but torture to my cock and made my blood scorch his skin. i wanted to bury my shaft right deep into that mouth of hers. I wanted her lips to swell and h