Holding her gaze, he felt lust wash over him. “You’ve got plenty Blair doesn’t have.” “Like an extra hundred pounds?” She had a fantastic mouth, with full lips that were gently curved, glossy, red. If only it didn’t talk so much. “Sex appeal,” he said in a low voice. His thumb moved on its own to caress the moist fullness of her lower lip. He felt her shiver under his touch, which sent mores heated shockwaves of desire through his body. He leaned forward. Brushed his lips against hers. Gentle pressure, then a flick of his tongue to taste that gloss, see if it was as delicious as it looked. It was. She was motionless under his touch, not participating, not resisting. He turned her face with his hand, caressing her cheek with his thumb while he angled the kiss, licked the seam of her mouth. She made a little sound in the back of her throat, a delicate moan, and he felt fire at that small, involuntary response. He slid his tongue between her lips, past her teeth, and tasted her wet, silky heat.
