Genevieve rubbed her bare arms, buck naked yet not embarrassed at all. How did Clint do this to her? Make her aroused and aware, of her body and his, without an ounce of guilt. A draft tickled her flesh, sensitized by hot sex and Clint's sizzling gaze on her, the eye contact somehow more thrilling than
his touch. He gazed at her with more than lust, with…adoration.
He skimmed his hands down her body, over her shoulders and around
her back, down her spine and back around to her sides. His fingers curved
around her hips.
The memory of Clint ripping off her panties and thrusting into her
again and again roared through her mind in a full-sensory experience. No
man had ever ravished her before. When he'd carried her into the bedroom, plopping her down beside the bed, her heartbeat had revved up at the hope he might keep on ravishing her. Though satiated by her explosive orgasm,she craved more of him. Would she ever stop craving Clint Covington ?
He stood before her, his jeans undon
