Chapter 22

Daniel gripped her hips, shifting her body until she was straddling him. She rubbed her crotch against his, rotating her hips for the pressure and friction. She shivered with delight as he covered her back with his rough palms, running his hands up and down her spine and over her ribs. Carol dropped her head forward, moaning, as his fingers danced over her shoulders, finding each knot, working her flesh until she felt loose.

Carol pulled off Daniel’s shirt, exposing his broad shoulders and deep chest. Her mouth fell on his body, her tongue darting out to taste his salty skin. She felt him shake at the contact, small tremors racing through his body. She slid her tongue along the ridge of his shoulder to the proud line of his neck, burying her fingers in his hair. Her mouth closed over the pulse point at his throat—she sucked it gently, enjoying the rhythm of his blood against her lips.