His clothes were off and then his lips, soft and full, pressed roughly against mine, igniting a fiery passion within me. Our kiss deepened, becoming more urgent with every passing second. His fingers glided across my skin, leaving a trail of heat behind them. He knew every inch of my body—the sensitive spots that made me tremble and the secret places that sent tingles down my spine. With each touch, I arched into him, unable to resist his tantalizing caresses. My body was his canvas, and he ...