Chapter 59 Flames Of Desire

• Kissing Dylan was nothing like Diana's measly imagination that could come up with. His lips were much softer than they look, but their hard command against hers contradicted that.
• When his wet tongue touched the seam of her lips, Diana shamelessly opened up for him and the way he expertly slid it against her own caused her to moan embarrassingly loud.
• His large hands went to her waist and their warmth seared through the thin silk dress she wore. Her own hands flew to his hair when she fisted and tugged him closer against her – against her better judgment.