Page 46 of Risks of Temptation
I've underrated kissing.
His mouth is hot, and soft, and firm at the same time. He tastes like chocolate cherries. Every display of his possessive touch or teasing flicks should send me running. It would have in the past. But unlike before, it now creates a potent concoction of pleasure, nervous anticipation, and a craving for more.
He moves one hand in my shorts, palming my ass cheek and pushing me against his hard frame.
My fists open flat against his pecs. His heart beats under them, racing faster the deeper our kiss grows.
I moan in his mouth. My knees buckle, and he holds me tightly to him as his erection digs into my stomach.
He says something in French again, kisses my eyelids, then returns to ravishing my mouth.
When he ends our kiss, I'm breathless and shaking.
"Do you have any more questions, ma belle?" he cockily asks.
I should slap him for his arrogance or using his sexiness to avoid answering. I need answers to my questions, but I can't think.
He kisses me again; this time, it's not deep and ends quickly. "I didn't know you were so feisty." He wiggles his eyebrows.
"Ummm..."
He kisses my forehead. "It's getting dark. Let's set up camp, and I will answer whatever I can."
