Audiobook - Light Romance
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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she pushed her hand up and into his hair. He had hair, a full head of nicely groomed hair. He definitely wasn't a marine. They couldn't have this much hair. She pulled him towards her as she tilted her face upwards until their lips met, her eyes closed as fireworks burst through all essentially female parts of her body. One closed mouth smooch turned into two which turned into three After four he adjusted them again until they faced one another. He looked down at her with the pay list blue eyes she had ever seen his light blonde hair and tan told her he was no stranger to the beach. She was going to say something, but he leaned in and kissed her this time, his lips pressed against hers firmer and he pushed to open. She did. His tongue swept into her mouth and slid along the underside of her tongue. She gripped his back harder, pulling herself closer. He was an amazing kisser. He explored her mouth as if he hadn't kissed a woman in years. She didn't even recognize the woman clinging to him. Her body had completely taken over lust, pounded her and the need pulsed through her system. His hands pulled her closer and she whimpered, whimpered. He let go and then gripped her hand, he tugged and she moved, realizing she was going to follow him. He tugged again and lead them through the club. He kept looking for something somewhere testing doors until he finally found one that opened. He stepped inside and pulled her with him. This was ridiculous. It was crazy. Yet there she was in a tiny office being pressed up against a door by a man. She didn't even know his hand moved to lock the door, His lips found hers and all logic and reason checked out. She wrapped her arms around him, pushed her fingers into his hair and tried to memorize as many details as possible for the long, lonely future ahead. She would do this just once, just one time his hand slid down to cup her *** gently, tentatively, as if he wasn't sure how far he could go.