The Virgin And Zach Coulter (2011) - Plot & Excerpts
Heat flooded her and the memory of his mouth on hers sizzled along her nerve endings. She’d been kissed before, many times—but never quite so thoroughly. Zach was a man who clearly enjoyed kissing and he took his time, as if savoring the press and taste of her mouth under his. She couldn’t help but wonder what else he did with that same, slow attention to detail. She shivered and wrapped her arms over her midriff, wondering how many women he’d kissed to develop that kind of bone-melting expertise. Dozens, at least. Hundreds? Possibly. And that, she realized with sudden insight, is exactly why I’ll be safe working with him. Because no man with his experience would want an inexperienced woman in his bed—and Cynthia’s experience was zero. She’d lied to him when she said she had no worries about her ability to refuse him. The truth was, when he’d picked her up, settled her on his lap, wrapped her in his arms with his mouth on hers, she’d been in real danger of following wherever he chose to lead.
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