He crushed his lips against hers and pushed her back onto the couch. He wallowed in the softness of her skin, in the warmth of her body. Greg brushed her hair back, his fingers buried in it as he grasped her head and kept her lips lined against his while he consumed her. His tongue entered the warmth of her mouth and he moaned as she met each stroke.

Her hands were restless over his body, moving, groping, squeezing at his skin. Daniella branded him with each touch, and he reacted the ...