Page 17 of Sinful Temptations

I, too, was alive, glowing from the inside out—every nerve pulsed to a delicious beat.

Pierre whipped his shirt off, and it was like a starter gun had sounded. We clambered to get undressed like we’d crumble into a million quivering pieces if we didn’t get naked. Now.

He yanked off his shoes and tossed them aside.

I did the same, removing my socks with them.

He yanked off his belt and tugged at his jeans. I fumbled with all those little buttons on my shirt, wishing I’d never found them so cute.

I was at my last button when I glanced at Pierre.

He was naked, his mighty erection pointing right at me. The light from the kitchen cast a lovely glow over hismuscular torso like he was one of those male review dancers about to perform. And my oh my, I was so ready for that performance.

Holy smokes.

His rock-hard cock confirmed he was too.

He strode to me, curled his hand around my neck and kissed me.

Tingles of pleasure sizzled up my scalp and down to my pulsing pussy.

I drove my fingers through his hair, grabbed a handful, and pulled him toward me. Our tongues dueled in a fierce battle to taste each other.

I reached around and clutched his butt. The delicious mound was putty in my fingers.

I’m a wild woman.

With our lips locked together, my hand left his rump and inched around to his front. Pierre stepped his feet apart. He was not shy. It was one of the things I liked about him . . . his sexual confidence.

William had been the exact opposite.

I obliterated that untimely comparison by reaching between Pierre’s legs. I cupped his balls, feeling their weight.

They were heavy. They were hot. They were utterly glorious.

A groan tumbled from his throat and vibrated across his tongue. His reaction was the sexiest aphrodisiac in the world. Continuing my exploration, I released his balls and wrapped my fingers around his shaft.

Pierre was thick and ready.

A hot, hard pole, sheathed in silky skin.

I had to look. Releasing him and easing back, I made a show of admiring his manhood.

A wicked smile crossed his lips as he curled his fingers around his cock and glided his hand along his gloriousmember. He sucked in a sharp breath and when his eyes rolled, I was front and center to an exquisite show of unbridled passion. “Look what you do to me, Daisy.”

“Hmmm. The question is, what are you going to do to me?” My question stunned me.

I, Daisy Chayne, was out of control. It felt so fucking good.

His eyes flared, and without a word, he reached for my last button, and as his fingers fumbled with the tiny obstruction, his lips met mine. Pierre was an incredible kisser. His tongue, his lips, his hands—everything worked together to absorb me into the moment.

I heard nothing. Saw nothing. It was just our lips, our tongues, us . . . together.

Stepping back, Pierre curled my shirt off my shoulder and tossed it aside. He looked down, his eyes widened, and a gasp left his throat. “Ooh là là.”

His reaction to my lingerie was absolutely perfect. He curled his hands over my satin bra, gliding his finger beneath the edge of the pink lace. I tried to take in every glorious second. The extreme concentration on his face. The rise and fall of his chest. His mighty erection.

All of it drove me wild. I wanted his hot tongue on me before I imploded.

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