Читать книгу The Last Virgin - Dorie Graham, Dorie Graham - Страница 2

Sabrina stood on tiptoe and pressed the full length of her body to his.

He stood motionless, tormented.

Her breath whispered across his lips. Her mouth brushed his. Her tongue touched his lower lip.

With a moan, he swept his arms around her and claimed her mouth. He drank deeply of her sweetness, desire ripping through him as she moved against him. He skimmed his hands down her back then lower to cup her bottom.

She drew back, face flushed, lips round and tempting. Slowly she pulled the tie of her robe until it loosened. Arching her back, she parted her robe. “Touch me.”

Noah’s gaze riveted to her breasts. She was more beautiful than he’d imagined. He ached to touch her, to taste her. Closing his eyes, he set her on her feet.

“Sabrina, if I do, I won’t be able to stop.”

She leaned close to whisper in his ear, “Maybe I don’t want you to stop.”