IN HER SKIN: Different Stories. Endless Lust
She craved more; she desperately needed more.
Rebecca's hand drifted lower, a tantalizing descent as it slipped beneath the waistband of her skirt. Her fingers grazed Sammy's inner thigh with agonizing slowness that stole Sammy's breath. She bit her lip hard, stifling a moan that threatened to burst free, a thrilling sense of illicit desire consuming her. She felt undeniably wicked, profoundly sexy, and, above all else, utterly desired.
“Look at me,” Rebecca urged, her fingers pausing momentarily, a subtle command that made Sammy ache for more. When their eyes locked, an electric current surged between them.