Another snippet from my historical western WIP, Nobody's Bride.
He eased his mouth from hers, thinking he’d slow things down by trailing a line of kisses along the weft of her jaw, but that only led to her ear: her beautiful, shell-like ear, pinkened by long days in the sun, beckoning his tongue to explore each whorl and hollow. He gave into the temptation, smiling slightly at her gasp when his tongue slipped deep into the opening. Hmmm, she liked that, if the way she tilted her head to give him better access meant anything. He let the roughness of his morning stubble graze against her cheek, savoring the contrast between her silky softness and his sandpaper rasp.
He took the lobe of her ear gently between his teeth, letting them scrape all the way down, and then pulling the tender skin back in his mouth to suck it.
Regretfully, he let it go, and then tipped his head against hers, taking a few deep breaths as he tried to calm his body.
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