Christmas With the Mustang Man (2011)
“With her arms still wrapped firmly around him, he ravaged her face and lips with kisses while his hands pushed off her cap and stabbed into the thick waves of her fiery hair.
She wanted him. Every part of him. Over and over the chant raced through her mind until she could think of nothing but being next to him, touching him, tasting him. And when she felt his hands dip beneath her sweater and slide wantonly up to her breasts, she moaned with sheer pleasure.
As his lips feasted upon hers, his th...umb and forefingers kneaded her nipples and his hips aligned with hers. Beneath the fly of his jeans, she could feel the bulge of his manhood straining against the denim and her feminine core ached to receive that part of him.
Desperately, she parted his coat and drove her hands beneath the tails of his shirt. His skin was hot and smooth, the muscles like iron bands wrapped tightly around his torso. Her fingers searched each slope and bump across his back, then rounded each side of his waist to meet at his navel.MoreLess
She wanted him. Every part of him. Over and over the chant raced through her mind until she could think of nothing but being next to him, touching him, tasting him. And when she felt his hands dip beneath her sweater and slide wantonly up to her breasts, she moaned with sheer pleasure.
As his lips feasted upon hers, his th...umb and forefingers kneaded her nipples and his hips aligned with hers. Beneath the fly of his jeans, she could feel the bulge of his manhood straining against the denim and her feminine core ached to receive that part of him.
Desperately, she parted his coat and drove her hands beneath the tails of his shirt. His skin was hot and smooth, the muscles like iron bands wrapped tightly around his torso. Her fingers searched each slope and bump across his back, then rounded each side of his waist to meet at his navel.MoreLess
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