The taste of him was ripe on her tongue.
Abby glanced at herself in the bathroom mirror and literally did not recognize the face reflected there. Large hazel eyes were made more prominent by too much mascara, short tousled hair, cheeks blushing scarlet, mouth swollen and reddened from the heated pressure of Durango's kiss.
A sex goddess.
A passionate uberbabe.
One red hot fox.
The woman in the mirror was a bold vixen, a passion hound, a wicked femme fatale. She was now the kind of woman men bought naughty outfits and sinful chocolates for. Tonight she wouldn't worry about what the neighbors might think. Tonight she was a rowdy sex nymph ready, willing and eager to take a big juicy bite out of life.
Emboldened, Abby stepped out into the hallway and headed for the club's dance floor. But Durango captured her from behind and began to pull her into a long, slow, moist deep kiss.
Hadn't she read somewhere about a connection between how a man kissed and the way he performed in the bedroom?
Abby's heart fluttered. If that was true, she was in for one hell of a treat.
