Chapter 62

• The last thing he expected her to do was to stroke him as he had been stroking her. The feel of her fingers against his flesh had his chest expanding on a fierce intake of air. The fingers paused, her eyes flickered upward to catch the intense pleasure reflected in his, then, with a sensuality that knocked him sideways, she moistened her softly pulsing mouth with the tip of her tongue, then lowered her gaze again and leaned forward to begin stringing clinging kisses from one tight male nipple to the other.
• “Oh my God… Camille… Cam,” he breathed in a shaken reaction. And closed his eyes as her mouth, her tongue and her caressing fingers locked him into his own world of burgeoning pleasure…
• She'd been wanting to touch him like this for so long now it felt like forever, Camille was thinking hazily. And he was so wonderful to touch. She could feel his response in each ripple of flesh she so carefully explored. His breathing was tight, his heart thumping against his solid ribcage, and her fingertips felt enlivened by the rasping sensation of crisp body hair and tight flesh.