Chapter 7

• His lips grazed my ear and bit lightly—it was enough to turn me on. He cupped the back of my head, his mouth just inches from mine, while his hand slipped beneath my shirt, circling lazily around my navel.
• I closed my eyes, unsure of what he was doing to me. Whatever it was, it left me numb with anticipation. His lips hovered tantalizingly close to mine as he rubbed his nose against mine, his hands roaming my stomach, tickling me softly. He was inching higher, nearing the curve of my bra—where my aching nipples throbbed for his touch, his caress.
• I found myself craving more. I wanted his mouth—everywhere—down there. And if he wanted me to beg, I would. Right now, I was tangled in his web, caught under his control.