"Caleb, I—" Her toes curled, as a nest of butterflies fluttered in her stomach.
"Shh…" he said. "I wish to kiss you here." Caleb's fingers crawled to her chest. "These," he rasped, taking his hand to her breasts and cupping them. "Here." His hands went to her belly and then glided over her spine and then down her ass which he squeezed and groaned deep. That was all to set fire in her veins. "And that I want to lap you up in between your thighs till you scream my name."
Gods, his dirty words! Elize's mind clouded with the vision he had just painted. She didn't know what he was doing next, for he brought his lips and lightly brushed them over like sun-warmed petals that caressed a melody. His body shuddered. His eyes became heavy lidded. A deep rumble rose in his chest. And she knew that she was getting lusty, she wanted more… As if he could read what she needed, his lips brushed her more with slow torment.
