Stop Cold III

Soon Nelson fingers were in her panties, his lips pressed to the damp lace. She shuddered and closed her eyes, then let him take it off her.

There was a soft, wet slide along the cleft of her sex, something so surprising. “What—”

He was looking up at her from between her legs, his lips damp.

No one ever…. Normally, she would have pushed him off, would have blushed and declined. No one had ever done that for her, but no one had ever looked at her like that, either. Like they were dying to devour her. And she wasn’t doing anything normally. 'Normal' wasn't part of her plan for tonight.

She swallowed hard and touched his hair. “Do I taste good?”

“Perfect.” He swiped his tongue over her clit again, with the same lush softness. The same electricity. A spark flashed through his eyes.

With one more kiss against the hollow of her hip, he stood, pushing his shirt off as he rose. She watched the flex of lean muscle, reached to trace the smooth skin. This time, when he grasped her hand, it was