Simply
looking
at
Storm
caused
Jayla’s
blood
to
pump
rapidly
through
her
veins.
The
look
in
his
eyes
said
that
he
would
hold
nothing
back.
Her
pulse
quickened
as
he
slid
his
body
onto
the
bed.
He
moved,
with
the
grace
of
a
leopard,
the
prowl
of
a
tiger
and
the
intent
of
a
man
who
wanted
a
woman.
Overhead,
the
glow
from
the
ceiling
light
magnified
the
broad
expanse
of
his
chest.
He
was
perfectly
built,
his
flesh
a
chocolate
brown
and
every
muscle
well
defined.
When
he
joined
her
on
the
bed
she
couldn’t
stop
herself
from
reaching
out
to
touch
him.
Her
fingers
trembled
as
she
ran
them
through
the
dark,
tight
curls
on
his
chest,
and
she
smiled
when
she
heard
his
breathing
hitch.
Hers
did
likewise
when
she
felt
the
hardness
of
him
press
against
her
thigh.
Her
gaze
was
drawn
to
his
nipples.
They
were
hard,
erect,
and
she
wanted
to
know
the
texture
of
them
under
her
tongue.
He
had
tasted
her
breasts
many
times,
but
she’d
never
tasted
his.
Leaning
forward,
her
mouth
opened
over
a
stiff
bud
and
her
tongue
began
sliding
around
it,
tasting
it,
absorbing
it,
sucking
it.
But
for
her,
that
wasn’t
enough.
Reaching
down
she
took
hold
of
his
hard
heated
flesh
and
her
thumb
and
forefingers
began
caressing
the
hot
tip.
This
was
the
first
time
she
had
ever
tried
to
bring
a
man
pleasure,
to
drive
him
insanely
wild
with
desire
with
her
hands.
And
from
the
sounds
Storm
was
making,
it
seemed
she
was
doing
a
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