When he was sure she was asleep, he whispered, “I’ve had sex with dozens of women in my life, Zoe girl. But until tonight, I never knew what it meant to make love.”
He stared, his blue eyes widening in surprise and something else I couldn’t quite define. Amusement. Anticipation. Maybe even lust.
She wove her fingers through his damp hair, her torso arching over his. Soon everything became a swirl of heat, lilac, salt, and pleasure.
Hey, handsome. The sleepy, sexy edge to her voice made him wish he was there to wrap around her. Breathe in her scent.
Who needed cigarettes after sex? She had a sexy blues musician serenading her in bed, wearing nothing but his boxers and a smile.
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