Page 92 of Hot Girls Date Shifters

The gentle scrape of his beard against the sensitive skin of my neck sends a shiver racing through me.

Every kiss leaves another trail of heat in its wake.

My head falls back without me even realizing it.

“Graham...”

I barely recognize my own voice.

Thank God this dress has an elastic bodice.

His large hands find the fabric, hesitating for just the briefest heartbeat as if silently asking permission.

When I don't stop him...

He slowly tugs it downward, drawing my bra with it until my breasts are free beneath the warm summer air.

The contrast makes me gasp.

His gaze lingers for half a second.

Almost reverently.

Like he's trying to memorize me.

Then his mouth closes around one hard nipple while his hand cups the other, his thumb teasing me with agonizing patience.

A helpless whimper escapes me.

My fingers disappear into his sexy red hair.

It's softer than I'd imagined.

I grip it.

Then pull.

Hard.

A deep groan vibrates through him.

Instead of slowing him down...

It only seems to urge him on.

Every touch makes me feel hotter.

Needier.

Like there's a fire burning beneath my skin that only he can reach.

My body aches for him in a way I don't completely understand.

There's a deep, pulsing emptiness between my thighs that seems to consume every thought I have.

And suddenly...

I know.