Heat skittered through her belly, then directly south. โSawyer.โ In answer, he brought his head up and kissed her. Deep, hungry, tasting her in a purposely slow, thorough manner before pulling back to once again look into her eyes. Oh, God. โSawyer, what are we doing?โ she whispered. He shook his head. โNo f#cking clue.
Jill Shalvis