Sighing deliciously, her senses revelled in the way his body brushed over hers. His fingers on her skin, his mouth and lips on her breasts invoked such a fire within her that it proved hard to control the way her body reacted.

Her hand smoothed slowly up his muscular arm, stopping only in distraction as he stripped the red lace from her lower half. As her back arched into his touch, her eyes locked onto him, begging him not to stop.

With feverish moans her stomach tensed in anticipation.

She was hungry for him.