I want more than last night. I want you.
~ Donna Grant
Nat,” he whispered and lowered his head. Her heart missed a beat as his soft mouth brushed against hers. Then his lips were atop hers, firmly, his tongue sliding against them.
Look at me, Nat. I won’t bite.” There was a long pause before he said, “Hard.
He leaned in close, his mouth near her ear. “Dance with me.
