I thought you were a drunk." "A drunk?" "Bloodshot eyes, dirty clothes, getting home in the wee hours of the morning, making a lot of noise, grouchy all the time as if you had a hangoverโฆ what else was I to think?" He rubbed his face. "Sorry, I wasn't thinking. I should have showered, shaved, and dressed in a suit before I came out to tell you that you were making enough noise to raise the dead.
Linda HowardGod, I love you," he said, and laid his head on her belly, his arms locked around her hips. Madelyn slid her fingers into his hair. "It took you long enough," she said gently. "What I lack in quickness, I make up in staying power." "Meaning?" "That I'll still be telling you that fifty years from now." He paused and turned his head to kiss her stomach.
Linda HowardIโm really not hungry,โ she repeated, lifting the coffee cup and inhaling the fragrant steam before sipping. โJust a few bites,โ he cajoled, taking his own place beside her. โYou need to keep up your strength for tonight.โ She gave him a heated, slumberous look, remembering her fantasy. โWhy? Are you planning something special?โ โI suppose I am,โ he said consideringly. โItโs special every time we make love.
Linda HowardBy morning, she was raw and sore, and knew walking would be an effort. By morning, she could barely remember what it had been like to not know his body, not to have felt him inside her and held him in her arms and absorbed the power of his thrusts as he came. By morning, she was his.
Linda HowardThe world was divided into two groups: those who showered at night, and those who showered in the morning.
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