Eliott lost himself entirely, surrendering to those soft, plump lips, her intoxicating scent, the warmth of her skin. It had been a long while since a woman had been pressed against him like this, and his body made its wants unmistakably clear.
Their bodies molded together, Eliott could feel her soft chest against his, and Alex could feel the heat radiating between them.
Almost without thinking, she found herself frustrated that his shirt kept her from feeling the hard planes of his torso. She wanted to touch him, to feel him, so her hand slid down and slipped slowly beneath the fabric. When Eliott felt her hands on his bare skin, he was briefly startled, but rather than break the kiss, he deepened it, nuzzling into her neck, his own hands roaming her curves, giving her complete freedom to explore him as she pleased.
