Mr Brand continued to kiss her, stealing air and possibly life from her. His jaw brushed against hers, scratching her with his stumbles.
"I cannot stop thinking about you," he muttered in a throaty tone, before his mouth owned hers with renewed urgency.
Madelyn could scarcely breathe now. She clung to him as her knees buckled. But Mr Brand caught her, allowing his strength to keep her standing.
Her hands roamed down his hard muscular back. "Mr Brand…" she whispered, sighing shakily.
"Brand." he whispered back, rubbing his full lips against hers, licking, coaxing. "You must call me Brand, ocean breeze."
Her gut sweetened.
She wished to know why he called her so, but she could not stop herself or her thoughts long enough to inquire. His hands were dangerously owning her body.
