Broad, muscular, taut and tanned by the numerous hours spent outside in the sun being the warrior he was, Kaizan was everything a woman could ask for. Her gaze raked the curls of hair on his chest. Her hand went to his chest and she brushed her fingers over there. His chest heaved under her touch and his neck muscles corded. She took her fingers to his nipples that hardened under her touch. She wanted to suck him over there, bite him and kiss him.
She took her fingers lower and followed the thin trail of hair that went to his navel and then to the massive erection that had swelled between his thighs. It held her gaze and her lips parted. With quivering fingers, she brushed his erection and it pulsed. The muscles of his thighs were tight. He pulled her to him and crushed her skin to skin, playing havoc with her body and her emotions. His hair brushed against her skin, her nipples and the heat between her thighs raised to a feverish pitch. Juices started flowing hot.
