We Are Made Of Stardust - Peaches Monroe #1 - Plot & Excerpts
I said. “Your desire is my pleasure,” Dalton Deangelo replied. As he spoke, he gently pinched the rolling hills of Brazil and probed for a hot spring. I moaned, helpless with pleasure and urgency, limp from his touch and his warm breath on my face. He leaned closer and caught my lips in his, stealing my breath and making me quiver for him. His tongue danced with mine, and in an instant we were rolling together, entwined and struggling to free ourselves from our clothes. I got his shirt off and immediately got to work kissing his tanned, muscle-bound chest. Hey lay back, and as I licked around his nipple and gave him a sidelong look, he gestured up with his chin in a go-for-it move. “Suck my nipples like they’re Skittles,” he said. “You remembered.” I had difficulty forming suction between his flesh and my mouth, because I couldn’t stop laughing over the Skittles comment.
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