Neil began at the nape of her neck, nuzzling the little indentation at the top of her spine, then running his tongue downward, touching each vertebra as he went. Avira shivered and buried her face against the feather pillow. Neil's big hands skimmed her hips, slightly rough against her smooth skin. He trailed his fingers down one thigh, behind one knee, down her calf.finally, he coaxed her onto her back and studied her. Her face was lovely, her cheeks heightened a dusty rose hinted at her own arousak. Her dark olive hair was rich and glowing, the color of ripened wheat, wisps framing her face, loose tendrils brushing against gently sloping shoulders. Her skin seemed to glow. She was perfect in every way. Each curve, each swell, looked as though a master artist had sculpted it.Avira’s eyes flustered open as Neil scooter upward on the bed and covered her mouth with his. It was the kind of kiss that women only dreamed of, the kind they could sink their hearts into. She closed her ey
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