She felt lethargic, floating on a cloud of sensations, hot and forbidden. Threading her fingers through the silky substance of Trevor’s hair, she encouraged him to deepen their kiss. He was the source of her languor, making her blood flow like warm molasses to the heated core of her yearning. His skin felt like roughened velvet as she trailed her fingers over his chest and arms. She couldn’t get close enough to assuage the burning need that he kindled with his clever fingers and drugging kisses. Parting her lips, she allowed him to plunder the secret depth, beginning an exploration of her own that could take forever. She was a smoldering ember that he was bringing to life, fanning her internal heat. Any minute she would burst into flame. Twining her arms around his waist she moved closer, but not close enough. With restless movements, she tried to show him what she wanted, what they needed. To appease the aching hunger simmering low in her abdomen, she rubbed against the hard length pressing between her legs.
