CHAPTER 32

• He moves from my breasts, littering wet kisses across my chest, and I wrap my arms around his neck, my hand moving to his hair as I bury my fingers in his curls.
• I push his face back against my chest, and he chuckles as his mouth laps against the flesh; his hand covering the soft skin around my nipple while his tongue swirls around the hard bud.
• Sinclair moves back to my face, his lips melting against the skin of my neck, and I let out a whimper, turning my neck to the side to give him more access.