Colleen gasped as the first warm splash landed on her cheek, then another hit her lips.
Within seconds, her face was coated—his essence streaked across her flushed skin, dripping from her chin, tangled in the strands of her hair, and trailing lower, down the delicate curve of her neck to her bare breasts.
One long ribbon of it landed squarely on her tongue, catching her off guard.
"Hak—hak," she coughed, half-gagging, half-sputtering, trying to clear her throat.
Her eyes were wide, blinking through the mess as if surprised by just how much there was.
Ross watched her in excitement, his breath still coming in shallow pants.
"Colleen… you look divine," he whispered. "Like a goddess anointed in lust."
"…" Colleen couldn't answer him—words failed her, lodged somewhere between her trembling lips and the storm inside her mind.
Everything had happened so quickly, too intensely, and now her thoughts were spiraling.
