IT HAD TO BE YOU
Every cell of hers vibrated with renewed life.
“I think it was just a reflex. No one’s ever touched me… there.”
The passion made his eyes turn into a darker shade of blue. He spread his fingers wide, covering the scrap of black lace.
“I want to touch you here… and everywhere… With my hands… with my mouth… with my tongue…”
Again, she could only nod.
“I want to taste you, kiss you, lick you… from top to bottom…”
Wyatt stroked her from collar to hip, tracing every curve, until his fingers brushed over her panties. He touched her through the lace, cupping her and pressing his fingertips into the sensitive juncture of her legs.