A Taste of Sin
“Stop right now!” Christy demanded, trying without success to pull free of Sinjun’s grasp.
Sinjun ignored her. Christy didn’t realize how foxed he really was until he staggered drunkenly, nearly spilling them both to the ground. He righted himself and tugged her along with him, until the lights from the house appeared like twinkling diamonds in the distance. Then he pulled her behind some bushes and swung her roughly into his arms.
“Now, my lady,” he said raggedly, “I’m going to kiss you. I find you utterly irresistible.”
“You find all women irresistible,” Christy flung back.
He merely chuckled. Christy’s last thought before his mouth slammed down on hers was that this couldn’t be, shouldn’t be, happening. Then coherent thought fled as his tongue parted her lips and he deepened the kiss. His unique taste, his heady scent, forced a response, and her mouth opened beneath his.
His arms tightened around her; her breasts flattened against his hard chest and her loins meshed with his.
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