Damn her pale skin. A flush worked its way up Jessica's throat and cheeks at the compliment, but it vanished quickly under the fire of his touch. Her back arched into his hand. She was quite speechless as Oliver finished undressing. Breathless, too. Damn, what a sight.
And then there he was again, lips and tongue and skin. With firm hands on his lower back, she attempted to guide his body against hers. The weight of him was almost entirely too much and she groaned against his lips.