Chapter 50

But her mouth really did taste of heaven. The sheer exquisite I-can't-get-enough-of-this pleasure of it was completely taking him over. And while he devoured she let herself be eaten, denying him nothing—nothing.

She was his for the taking…

This shouldn't be happening, Camille was telling herself over and over. It made no difference. She loved the taste of him too much, the tight masculine domination with which the kiss was being sold. He tasted of wine, and hot desire. She was dizzy on one and burning up on the other.

Oh, someone save me!

She groaned when his hand came to curve over one of her breasts and the flesh beneath came alive in a burgeoning thrust that must have left him in no doubt as to what she was feeling. This was it, the point of no return for her. She knew it and she suspected that he knew it. She either stopped him now or she surrendered completely.

It was the taxi pulling to an abrupt standstill that had them both breaking a