The afternoon had been great and now here she was, so feminine and sexy in that pretty shirt, letting him know she wanted him. Still kissing her, he eased her back to lie on the rug, and leaned over her. He moved from her mouth down her neck, tonguing the rapid beat of her pulse in the hollow at the base of her throat. Her fingers tangled in his hair and she pressed herself against his mouth. He continued down her body, rolling the flimsy shirt above her breasts so he could suck the hard nubs of her nipples through her blue tank top. With lips and tongue, he teased the bare flesh between the bottom of the tank and the low waistband of her stretchy black pants. He circled her navel then eased the waistband down her flat belly, following it with his tongue, dragging her panties along for the ride. He tugged the clothes off her slim legs, legs toned from running and self-defense workouts. So she thought she could take him if he was off guard, did she?
