CHAPTER 63

He leaned in and planted kisses along my collarbone and slid my blouse off my shoulders. Then he followed the path again, with lips this time, inching along my collarbones with wet kisses.

His fingers found a nipple and squeezed it through the fabric, pain zapped through me as the sensation spread through my body.

His tongue circled it, then his teeth grazed against it, then his lips widened to take in more, each move slow and deliberate. He pulled back and puckered his lips; a stream of cool breath teased the hardening nipple, an effect he accelerated with a flick of a tongue. He moved to the other breast. But instead of taking the nipple into his mouth, he lifted the band of my bra and traced the underside of my breast with the tip of his tongue. My skin flushed and my breathing was uneven. The sight and the feel of Tyron tasting me was euphoric

His arms encircled me briefly. A quick motion of his fingers along my back, and the bra was loose and discarded.

His hand claimed one br