If they gave medals for kissing, Shea thought, this man would take the gold. His tongue swept in, tasting every inch of her, pressing against the roof of her mouth, running his tongue over her teeth then plunging it deep, deep, deep. He shifted the angle of his head to go even deeper, then dragged his tongue out and licked a pattern around her lips. By the time he moved to other parts of her body, she felt as slick and heavy as molten nickels.

Cruz's hands were warm on her ...