Brando couldn't stop himself from reacting to Misty's touch. The warmth of her fingers against his skin sent a wave of sensation through him, pulling him closer until his lips found hers. He kissed her back deeply, his hands instinctively exploring. Slowly, he removed her clothes, each layer falling away until her beauty was bare before him.
Her body had never been touched by another man. The innocence in her gaze mixed with the quiet confidence of the way she stood, exposed only to him. Her breasts, full and inviting, made his pulse quicken. They reminded him of something sweet and indulgent—like a tempting dessert he couldn't resist. His hand rose almost of its own accord, cupping her softly, and he leaned forward to kiss her again, this time tasting the delicate curve of her skin.
