“Oh, Colin. That’s marvelous.” She swept her tongue over those ripe, sultry, pouting lips. He stared at her, suddenly helpless to move or speak. Raw, animal lust gripped him, and gripped him hard. He had to feel those lips on him again. Had. To. This wasn’t a mild expression of preference. This was an imperative. His body was insistent. To continue his existence on this earth, he now needed the following: food, water, shelter, clothing, and Minerva Highwood’s lips.
