...Drew pulled Tori against him, enwrapping her in the protective shield of his warm, muscular body. She clutched him, enjoying the solace his solid arms provided, and could practically feel the waves of relief pouring from him.

His lips moved to her mouth, and he kissed her with a laggard and lilting sensuality. She stroked his cheek, loving the slight rasp of his beard stubble against her fingertips. Their tongues met in escalating need. Deftly, she explored his mouth as he did hers, taking her time to savor the smooth, satiny sides, the ridges on the roof, and the velvety texture of his tongue. When they eventually pulled apart, Drew’s eyes blazed with ferocious hunger.

Please don’t stop, Tori silently begged, yanking him closer to clearly advertise her cravings. Please send away the perfect gentleman in favor of the rutting beast of a man I know exists.

Drew seemed to sense her desperate pleas.

With an almost animalistic growl of hunger pouring from his lips, he worked the buttons of her blouse with his fingers, then struggled with the hooks of her bra. Tori opened his flannel shirt and slid her hand inside, luxuriating in the myriad textures of coarse chest hair, smooth flesh, and granite-hard muscles. Simultaneously, he exposed her round breast and cupped it in his callused yet gentle hand. Together, they gasped their pleasure and continued to explore.

Tori tugged the shirttail from his jeans and eased the flannel from his broad shoulders. He sat up and hastily doffed the garment, tossing it to the floor, then bared her chest. As his gaze clawed over her fully exposed torso, the lustful approval displayed in his eyes made Tori quiver. With another guttural groan, Drew lowered his lips to her breasts and began the feast...