MARISSA
"Hmmm."
Marissa was wet, ready, and willing...but Dane looked as if he might bolt from the bed. She removed her nightgown and leaned forward to offer him her breasts. He kept his wicked thumb on her clit, but his free hand cupped a breast. He leaned forward and sucked the nipple. Arrows of heat shot through her. She moaned.
Marissa arched her back, pressing herself closer to Dane, her skin tingling. Heat pooled between her thighs as his mouth lingered on her sensitive flesh, tongue swirling over the taut peak. Her fingers tangled in his hair, urging him on, desperate for more. His grip tightened, rough and possessive, sending another jolt of pleasure through her body.
She gasped, her breath coming in short, shivering pants. Dane's gaze flicked up, hungry but hesitant, searching her face for reassurance. "Don't stop," she whispered, voice thick with longing. The tension crackled between them, every nerve ending alive, craving his touch.
