C52 The Heat Of the Night

In her rising desire, Taesha smoothed her hand over the back of his head, sliding her fingers through his hair, noticing how similar the texture was to silk. In response, his grip around her tightened. His touch was like fire, making her heart and body set ablaze. Dexter slowly ran his nose up the column of her neck, inhaling her scent deeply before stopping with his lips pressed against her ear