Chapter Eight
A soft moan escaped him when he felt Sula’s response. Not only was she moving under him, her hands were unbuttoning his shirt. The muscles across his stomach clenched when she ran her soft hands along his skin.
His tongue swept between her parted lips. He could feel Sula writhing against his knee and knew that if they didn’t stop now, they would not be able to later. Pulling back, he pressed a series of light kisses along her jaw down to her ear.
“If we don’t stop now, I’m going to make love to you,” he whispered against her ear, pressing another kiss just behind it.
Sula moaned and tilted her head so he could have better access to her throat. She moved against him and her fingers threaded through the dark trail of hair along his stomach. A shudder ran through his body wh
