Dangerous Excitement

Alessandro kissed like a god of sex.

His capable fingers craftily pulled her into his rock hard body, and his tongue slipped into her warm, eager mouth, cologne mingled with his masculine sweat.

He tasted of addiction and sin, and in his arms, Eve felt like she was eating a forbidden apple.

He was tempting and gorgeous, plundering her lips like they had been made for him, cradling her face and cupping her waist.

There was no separation between her body and his anymore. The space was almost nonexistent.

She met his hot demanded kiss with equal vigor, matching his hunger and desire.

The kiss turned wet, hot sloppy sounds of tongues and mouths clashing in a union that was burning and scorching hot.

Eve burned and died for him, her body melting into his, a sigh of relief escaping her lips.

It felt as if after so many weeks of needing and pretending not to want him, she had finally gotten a taste of sin.

And damn was it even more delicious than she remembered.

Alessandro Stark's fingers