~VANNIE~

She began to tremble lightly as he stroked the side of her neck with his nose. "How can you smell this way and expect me to stay away? How can you let me have a taste and then shut me out?"

The image came unbidden again, Sinclair on his knees, head locked between her legs by her own hands, lapping at her like he'd evaporate if his tongue stopped its movement.

Before she could help herself, she was leaning into him, wanting his lips on her skin. Her mind shut down, ...