Fit To Be Tied: Fit To Be Tied / The Lyon's Den. Carol Finch

something in a floor-length terry cloth, do you?”

      Jessica glanced down to see that her breasts were dangerously close to spilling from the gaping robe. She made a grab for the fabric. “I wasn’t doing that on purpose.”

      “I know. That’s what makes you all the more appealing to me,” he admitted hoarsely.

      “Yeah?” Her breath hitched when he inched nearer.

      “Yeah, and I’m going to kiss you now.”

      Having made his intentions known, and giving her a second to object—which she didn’t, thank goodness—Devlin tasted her rosebud lips and experienced the same dizzying head rush that had assailed him earlier. He wasn’t sure if the sound he heard was pounding rain or his heart thrumming in his ears. Didn’t matter, really. The effect was the same—it drowned out everything except the hot, mushy sensations that spread through every nerve and muscle in his body. Even his wet clothes couldn’t cool him down when Jessica looped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. He was burning alive in the time it took to draw breath—one so thick with her unique scent that every sensible thought launched into orbit around Pluto.