He didn’t give her any more time to second-guess.
Like a flame being lit, in an instant, their scorching soft lips and tongues tangled tightly together, twisting and teasing with wild abandon—like two people dying of thirst in a desert, completely losing control.
Her arms wrapped around his neck.
He cupped the back of her head and kissed her deeper, like he wanted to swallow her whole.
Candice’s heart was trembling violently.
Her hand slid up his chest, over his collarbone, peeling the black silk robe from his neck. She traced down the lines of muscle on his back, then moved to his waist and, boldly, to the abs at the front—exploring freely and shamelessly…
Oh. My. God.
She gasped.
Almost bit his tongue.
The next moment, her daring hand—one bold enough to climb Everest barehanded—was pinned to the pillow by his grip. He pulled back from her lips and opened his eyes, now darkened
