Chapter 70

He slipped her blouse off one shoulder, the buttons falling undone as his hand slipped down to her waist, finding no obstacle to his questing fingers as he cupped her naked breasts. 'That's new,' he murmured, his lips against her creamy flesh. 'Not that you ever needed a bra.

You're perfect, Jasmine. Perfect .. .' his mouth closed over one taut nipple, the wild sensation this evoked making her feel weak with longing.

She wanted to touch him, needed to touch him in return, and her hands slipped beneath the silky shirt, the last of the buttons easily undone as she sought that closer contact with him. Their skins seemed to sear together as Collins began to kiss her once again, deep hungry kisses that had them both trembling within minutes, the hair on Collins's chest abrasive against her sensitive breasts.

He stopped her hands as she would have explored his thighs the way he was caressing hers through the denim of her jeans. 'No .. .' he groaned.

‘Yes…!’ she p