17

"Kaleb…?"

Even the way she spoke his name, so huskily, so warily, was arousing. Too much so for Kaleb to be able to resist tasting her. Just one taste, he promised himself. One taste of her lips, with the feel of those slender curves pressed against his much harder ones, the crush of the softness of her breasts against his chest, her thighs against his, and then he would let her go… if she wanted him to.

Sasha barely had time to do anything before his arms moved about her. He pulled her in tightly against the hardness of his body and his head lowered so that his mouth could claim hers.

Fiercely. Hungrily. Crushing, parting her lips beneath his as he deepened the kiss. His tongue surged past her lips and into the heated cavern of her mouth. The hands she had raised clung to him. Her fingers curled into the front of his shirt as she met and returned the intensity of that kiss. Those fingers tightened and she held onto the material for support as desire ripped shockingly through her bo