For All Their Lives

"The strains of "When I'm Sixty-Four" drifted through the hooch as Mac's lips touched her everywhere, satisfying his thirst for her, a thirst that was deep and raw. The intricate details of her body intoxicated him with their perfection. The supple curve of her thigh, the flatness of her belly, the dimples in her haunches, the lightly muscled length of her legs. But it was always to the warm shadows between her breasts that he returned, imagining that they beckoned him in silent, provocative appeal. Casey's body cried out to him. She offered herself completely to his seeking hands and lips. And Mac, sensing her passion, furthered his advances, hungry for those secret places that held such fascination for him. He indulged in her lusty passion, which met and equaled his own. Beneath his touch her skin glistened with a sheen of desire. She slid her hands down the flat of his belly, eager to know him and satisfy her yearning touching his rippling, muscular smoothness, feeling the strength beneath. She kissed the hollow near the base of his throat, tasting the saltiness left by the China Sea. And when she cried his name, it tore from her throat, painful and husky, demanding he put an end to her torment and satisfy the craving he had instilled in her."--Jacket