Sinful Steamy Morning

My hands ached to touch him. Place my palms on those perfect muscles and feel them flex as his body gave me pleasure.

His face leaned closer to mine, filled with unsated desire for me, his sensual lips firm with determination. “Tell me to leave, Leilani. And I will.”

My stomach quivered at his words. My entire body screamed No, waging war against my mind. He was right here in front of me, cruelly making me decide. I want him. I need him so badly inside me, on me, all around me till I drown in his carnal, wicked passion.

I bit my lip, unable to find words to describe how much I fucking wanted him, so I leaned up to my toes to grab his neck and smash my lips against his, opening my mouth to kiss him, trying to provoke him into unleashing all his untamed sexual passion on me.

And he did.

With a tortured groan, he fiercely kissed me back, no, mouth-fucked me as he ripped my shirt at the neckline so it slid down my naked body and pooled at my feet.

The ripping sound of