The marshmallow were a stroke of luck, though, because the glistening, sugary clinging to her enticingly plump lower lip gave him just the look he needed to get things started. He leaned over and delicately lick it off, drinking in her little gasp of surprise. His stick fell into the fire as he wound his hand into her damp, silky hair. Her trembling lips opened and he slid his tongue inside. She was delicious; a fresh, unique flavour, with sweet overtones of peaches and burnt sugar. Sexual hunger slammed through him, threatening his self-control. Every luscious detail of her got to him, tossing him off balance, and he needed balance....