The Taste of Him

Hycinth

"Oh!" I sucked in a startled breath as I found myself straddling his lap on the wide seat, my hands pressed flat against his bare chest for support.

Skin against skin.

Tingles ran from my fingertips straight to my core, making me squirm.

He groaned in appreciation and tightened his hold, one large hand gripping my hip, the other wrapped around the nape of my neck. Swirling violet and cerulean orbs stared up at me. Deep. Darkening.

Under his intense stare and scrutiny, I ...