Hidden Pleasures - Brenda Jackson
She swallowed. “Like I said. Talk is cheap.”
He smiled hungrily. “And like I said, I’m a man of action.”
Then he leaned in and captured her mouth, not giving her a chance to stifle the moan that immediately rose in her throat. He wrapped his arms around her, and his hands stroked her back at the same time his tongue stroked every inch of her mouth.
She had long ago decided his kisses were unique, full of passion and capable of inciting lust. But she was also discovering that each time they k ...