A woman like this, so yielding, her skin silk-soft, her hands clever and unpredictable, her nails turning into his back as her hips lifted beneath him, was a dream to lead a man home from the dark. And she was his wife.
He brushed aside the neckline of her chemise as she threw his shirt on the ground.
He had never seen her completely bare. His lips found her breaks, He put his mouth to her stiffening nipple and she gasped.
He suckled, taking her between his teeth, flicking his tongue to draw, like magic, another sound from her throat—higher, almost desperate as she writhed beneath him.
