“…grazing her soft flesh with his teeth and his tongue sneaks out to taste her. The heat courses through her when she feels him on her skin, his hands gripping her hips to hold her to him as they move to the music. Her breasts feel heavy, the lace of her bra tickling her hardened nipples. She wants this man; the ache between her legs tells her she needs to feel him. And she isn’t ashamed…”
My kind of Valentine, By Rebecca Sherwin
