Tummy rippling with each kiss, Sarah felt her breath catching and coming out in little gasps of excitement as he worked his way to her hip.   Was he a magician?  It was the only logical explanation of how he could make her feel this deliciously mushy sensation so effortlessly.<br/><br/>Reclined against the pillows she watched him through lowered eyelashes.  One hand curled into the bed covers, the other she stroked through his hair, playing with the strands.  She couldn’t seem to keep her hands off of him now that the initial nervousness of being here had worn off, and he definitely had a lot to do with making her feel as if there was nothing tawdry about having to pay to be made to feel like this.