Oh—the feel of his warm sensuous lips, light against my flesh. Overwarm in the way that all Weres are, but soft and gentle and slightly damp as they move over my neck, investigating in barely there then gone strokes. My whispering sigh is echoed by his low moan as he presses a firm drugging kiss into the hollow at the base of my throat, then nibbles along one collarbone. My fingers thread into the longish waves of his hair.
Immediately, I'm rewarded with another soft moan and an incendiary wave of Dorian-scented heat rolls off him. Oh sweet goddess, he likes that—my touch, my flesh fully capitulating. There's an addictive thrill to this raw sexual power, and I'm wholly ashamed that I'm enjoying it. The tip of his tongue strokes from my collarbone to my chin, tasting me, then his mouth hovers over mine.
"Sandy." It's spoken almost as if he's tasting the word in his mouth.
