Chapter Eleven

She was really doing this. Jozette was really kissing him.

Castor wrapped his arms around her, and Jozette wiggled slightly, still straddling his thighs. Heat seeped through her from the firelight or him.

It’s him. Definitely him, she thought.

It was like a dream come true. His taste was smoky and sweet as his lips moved over hers. Like he was born to do just that. The heat from his body was more than enough to warm her.

She pressed her core against him, never breaking their kiss, and moaning into his mouth when the hard bar of his cock stroked her through their clothing.

He had on a pair of black boxers while she wore a long flannel nightgown and cotton panties. Not the least bit erotic, and yet, she felt like a sex goddess when his hands squeezed her waist.

“Jozette,” he growled her name, sending lightning bolts of pleasure striking throughout her body, hitting every nerve ending.

Oh, dear lord.