“Oohh,” she moaned, the inarticulate sound being wrenched from her throat by the exquisite touch of his tongue on her.

“You taste like honey and peaches,” he murmured against her, licking her again, swirling his tongue around her clit but not touching her where she needed it.

She struggled against him, needing more, needing him to touch that hard nub of bunched nerves to give her release.

“Steady Lisa,” he said, his voice stern, “your body is mine. Your ...