Читать книгу Seduced by the Heir - Pamela Yaye - Страница 3

“You taste even better than I remember,” he said in a deep, guttural tone of voice.

Lips locked, their bodies pressed flat against each other, they stumbled inside the suite and collapsed against the door. His lips were made for kissing, for licking and sucking, and Paris couldn’t get enough of his mouth. His hands were in her hair, then caressing her neck and shoulders.

Inhaling his scent, Paris relished the feel of his touch, the thrill of finally being alone with him, and the pleasure of his kiss. His lips felt oh-so-good and tasted even better.

The kiss took on a life of its own, snowballed into something fierce. Grew stronger, more intense with each flick of his tongue. Her desire for Rafael was insatiable, more powerful than any drug. They teased and caressed each other until Paris didn’t know right from left. It was the hottest foreplay she’d ever had, and they were still dressed.

Yeah, but not for long.