What the hell possessed me to play with fire? His animalistic motion made her squirm. He stopped before her and she pulled the Popsicle from between her lips with a pop. His eyes darkened. “Want one?” she queried. “You know, for the road.” Kissable bow-shaped lips drew tight. “Not nice, angel,” he growled. She offered it to him, but instead, he latched onto her mouth and sucked the air from her lungs. Deep, powerful strokes took his tongue through her entire mouth. He teased the sides and roof before pulling back. She was a mess of trembling desire. “Watermelon,” he murmured. “I have to tell you, angel. I prefer grapefruit. That’s how you taste. But anything is good from your lips.” She whimpered while his hand plied circles on the inside of her thigh. His other hand guided the frozen treat back into her dry mouth. She sucked hard, desperate for the moisture. A sharp mewl escaped when two fingers slipped up the leg of her shorts and towards her soaked core. “I’m going to taste you, Serefina.
