Feverish, his lips possessed her own as he outlined her bottom lip with his tongue until her own emerged from her mouth and joined him in a French kiss. He kept her pinned using his own solid frame as her fingers began to pull at the fabric of his skintight dress shirt that had left a single button open to expose that tattoo on his torso. But the last thing upon her mind had been that ink stain and instead she tried to pace herself against his hungry kisses that increased in velocity with each attempt he made to retreat from her and rejoin once again. His own fingers quickly climbed her figure all the way from her waist, up her sides, and into her hair until he was sure she had desired him entirely When this note was made, he took one hand to her chin and deepened the kiss even further as
