BOOK 1

Then he kissed her, a hard, hungry, devouring kiss that stole away her breath and any thought of dinner she might have had. It was incredibly easy to simply go with the feelings he aroused in her, the feelings of need and desire that were all so new to her and kept her so on edge. The pressure of his mouth was firm, the thrust of his tongue demanding. She circled her arms around his neck and held on tightly.

His hands slid up and down her back, then around to her breasts, stroking and caressing until she moaned with delight. He muttered something indecipherable, grabbed her long, slim legs, wrapped them around his waist, and pulled her against, him. Her skirt slid to the top of her thighs, but modesty wasn’t something she was concerned about at that moment.

His hands soon found the bare skin of her thighs and his fingers traced daring patterns higher and higher until a finger slipped beneath her panties to the nub nestled between the sensitive, deficate folds of her femininity. There,