Locked in a fiery, lingering kiss, Marcus drank greedily from Lily's lips, savoring the sweet warmth of her tongue as if it were nectar meant only for him. The delicate fragrance that filled his senses and the silken softness beneath his wandering hands made his head spin with pleasure. Lily's body felt warm and supple against his, her presence intoxicating in a way that blurred the boundary between desire and tenderness.
His hunger for her deepened by the second. One hand slid from the curve of her shapely rear, gliding slowly over the graceful line of her waist and up along the smooth, delicate skin of her back. His fingers moved with patient familiarity until they found the thin pink strap resting against her shoulder. With a small, careful motion, he unhooked it and drew the bra away. Freed from the delicate barrier, his palm settled over the soft fullness of her breast, his fingers brushing lightly between the two round mounds as if savoring their warmth.
