Her lips stroked along his collar bone, the salty taste of fresh sweat and pure male and aphrodisiac on its own. He moaned and his hands fell from her...wrists, defeated by his own need - or just his confusion. She did not know but was happy to go on. What in the end stalled her was the view of her own hands on him, her nails still coated with the dried blood she had not been able to remove in the quick cleanup she had been allowed at the police station. Horror made her recoil, the loss on his. On this night she had on a white tank top, with leopard print straps and matching piping around the neckline. Again she wasn't wearing a bra, but he didn't know that just because her nipples spiked when the cool air hit them. He could see the dark circles of her areolas through the shirt, too. It was almost see-through and she had to know that. Below that she wore dark blue hip hugger jeans and big fluffy house slippers made to look like twin baby leopards. Kris just stood there, running his. More

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