Jate’s lips were everywhere, and the flesh on Kit’s neck was heating up with every kiss, every lick, so that a fire began to burn down her skin, becoming a rising flame low in her abdomen as his hands continued to explore her body through the thin fabric of her nightgown.
He’d turned her around a moment ago to unpin her hair, but very little of that had been done. Pressed against his bare chest, his hard cock jutting out beneath his breeches so that her bottom was nestled against it, she was glad for the distraction her neck had provided. One hand found its way down the top of her bodice as the other encircled her waist, his long fingers stretching ever so close to the place where fire consumed her the most as he continued to run his tongue down her neck, sucking and pecking, nipping with his teeth as she ground up against him.
