Current climate in Last Chance, Alaska: Mostly sunny, with a chance of partly furry.
Something low in her belly tightened
in violent response.
Time stopped. The soft scent of
melted wax teased her senses, heat pulsed between them, and Viv waited,
resisting the urge to just give in wholly to the net he was weaving to
encompass them. She wanted to look into his eyes as long as possible. There was
magic in that gaze, promise, and Viv suddenly wanted it all.
He moved ever so slightly and his
lips touched hers, barely. The impact of that touch slammed through her,
rocking her world. Viv whimpered, her body straining toward his, and then
moaned as he wrapped his arms around her waist, dragging her in.
She strained to get closer. Her arms
wrapped tightly around his waist, her breasts pressed against the firm plane of
his chest, and one leg wrapped around his calves as she pressed her mons
against his straining erection.
With a groan, Cary lifted her off
the floor and Viv wrapped her legs around his hips, pressing her moist heat
against his rigid shaft. “Oh, God, Vivica, I think I’m dying.”
She covered his lips, his chin, his
jaw with hungry little nips and kisses, tasting his salty skin and inhaling the
sweet musk of his breath. “You know how to save yourself, Bou.”
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