“Alise,” he whispered hoarsely, when his mouth left hers. It had been awhile, and he was on fire, not getting enough of her. She moaned when his hand touched her breasts from beneath the top, the heat from his hand seeping through the thin material of her bra. “I want to taste them, please?” he pleaded. Annalise nodded, and he pulled the top away from her. Nelson’s nimble fingers expertly undid the clasp of her bra, easing it out of her. His eyes widened and his breath was stuck in his throat as he watched her. His fingers touched the taut peaks, teasing them all the more when a moan...