Marisa Bengotti tasted, smelled, felt as amazing as he’d always imagined. No…better. Her warm skin, soft and sweet, was the slightest bit salty. The unique scent of her hair, bright and citrusy and sexy as all hell, tangled in his nostrils and mingled with the heat and essence of her. She had no idea part of her appeal, part of what had brought him to this, was her complete cluelessness of how sexy and fascinating she was. Marisa caught her breath and tensed against him, as if ready to pull away…but Luke wasn’t about to give up this opportunity. This single, innocent opportunity. The one time she couldn’t push him away, couldn’t give him that look, couldn’t remind him of Lainey. He wanted to turn her around, to cover her mouth and really kiss her, pull her up against him, face to face instead of this backwards, backdoor, opportunistic way he’d slipped into…but he didn’t. Instead, he nibbled. He nuzzled and nipped, slid his lips along the sleek tendon of her neck. Licked her with the tip of his tongue, then gently sucked and teased.
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