He was even more breathtaking as a man than he had been as a silverback and she moaned softly at the sight of his chiseled body, dark tattoos encasing his broad, muscular shoulders and trailing down his hard chest.
She leaned down and drew her tongue across his skin, licking away the rainwater and gathering the taste of him. Her teeth nipped at his chest and she felt his hands pulling at her shirt. They were on top of a tall platform in the middle of the outdoor enclosure, putting them on display to anyone who happened to walk by, but it was late and she knew the continuing rain would keep any of the other zoo staff away from the exhibit for the night.
Even without that reassurance, though, Breelan knew she couldn't have resisted him. She needed him in a way she had never needed anyone.
Warning: This book is recommended for audiences 18+.
©2016 Cynthia Mendoza (P)2016 Cynthia Mendoza