SARAH
I part my lips to make way for his and kiss him like my life depends on it, because it does.
I have spent every waking moment wanting, aching, yearning for them. I am not prepared to leave this building without a sore v****a. When you’re untouched by your husband for almost a year, you tend to develop an insatiable hunger once you find someone or people who satisfy you.
That’s what I feel for the HawkThorne brothers. An appetite for only them.
I wrap my hand around his neck and he shoves his tongue into my mouth, eager to taste me. I let him. I let his tongue dance around me, slowly peeling his lower lip with mine.
Malachi HawkThorne tastes like freshly brewed coffee on a Monday morning, with just enough milk and sugar.
So f*****g sweet. I want more.
His fingers dig into
