He tasted of danger and sin. This was the man that could curl her toes; leave her breathless, and willing to beg for more. She would drop all pretensions for a taste. She knew he was aware; used it to his advantage when it suited. She simply didn’t care; her addiction wouldn’t allow it. She would kiss and lick from head to toe with stops in between. She would use every trick, ones that made most men jelly-legged, but he seemed to be immune. Only his in the middle of the night; he was gone bef...