Walker would let her up for air, then drag her down again until she was drugged with kissing, his clever lips and tongue luring her further and further from safety, to a place where nothing existed but his warmth and heat, one hand holding her head at the angle he required, while the other plucked at an aching nipple. Then he gripped her ass in both hands and hauled her even more firmly on top of him. There went that amazing sizzle again, from shoulder to thigh, lighting her up like tiny firecrackers just beneath the skin. His cock dug into her stomach, as hot and as hard as a brand. When a heavy hand in the small of her back pressed her down against it, everything in her belly clenched. Gasping into his mouth, she took a fistful of raven hair and tugged. Lingeringly, Walker withdrew, nibbling her lower lip, licking the corner of her mouth. Finally, he dusted feathery kisses over her cheekbones, her brows, her eyelids. Sister, if he didn’t stop it, the slew of emotions bubbling inside her would spill over and she’d be weeping all over him like a half-wit.
