He took her mouth like he owned it. Plundering, diving deep, his tongue tangled with hers, twisting her senses in a tornado of needs and thrills she couldn't ignore. His fingers found the tie holding her hair and he tugged it out, detaching a couple of strands from her scalp in the process. "Sorry," he said against her mouth. But then he licked the edges of her lips before plunging his tongue between them again, and she forgot all about the sharp darts of pain. His hand buried in her hair, he massaged her scalp, her nape, holding her tightly as he consumed her soul through the kiss. The man's broad shoulders were definitely made for hanging on. Rhonda flattened her hands on them and did just that as he lifted her off her feet. He carried her to the bed, laid her in the center, and bent over her, all the while keeping the kiss going, keeping her senses spinning with ecstasy. Whips of passion lashed at her insides, striking her breasts, her pussy, leaving her body tingling with intense desire.
