“Why would I do that?”
“Just…promise.”
Loren was an excellent judge of character.
One might even say expert.
So he had utterly no qualms answering, “I promise.”
“Right then, let’s do it.”
Bloody…yes.
“Sealed with a kiss,” he murmured, lowering his head.
“Oh God, if you’re as good of a kisser as I think you are,I’m about todie,” she said, watching his mouth fall.
With that mouth against hers, he caught her eyes and warned,“Prepare, sweeting.But rest assured, when I’m done with you, I’ll revive you.”
She mewed a mew he felt in his cock and arched into himautomatically.
He slanted his head and took her mouth.
She opened her lips, accepted his tongue, then sucked it indeeper.
Bloody hell.
He knew it.
Magnificent.
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up, deep intohis body.
She wound her arms around his neck, holding fast, and openedherself further.
No surprise, she gave.She gave it all.
And all of it was her.
Sweet and tart and generous and warm and tangy and heady.
Before what was happening in his cock made him take it toofar, he tore his lips from hers, used his hand at the base of her head to tipit back, and ran his nose over her chin and down her throat.
Her scent was as intoxicating as she was.
Yes, by damn, he’d made the right decision.
And she had too.
“I’m not feeling revived, Loren,” she gasped to the ceiling.
He lifted his head, righted hers, and smiled down at her,her swollen lips and her sultry eyes, but ignored the discoloration under theleft one.
“Floating?”he asked.
Her dazed eyes narrowed.“Gloating?”
“That happens when my fiancée presses so close when my mouthis on hers, it’s like she’s trying to absorb me.”
