Muscles defined as cleanly as if they d been chiseled ran up his arms, across his chest and into his neck. At this hour. He checked the time on his watch. His voice was gruff and she stepped away from it. Pulling herself together she tried to speak.
Words didn t come.
Even the tightness of his voice didn t stop her wayward mind from running the course of them being together. She could almost feel him, know the heat of his touch and how together they created a world unto themselves. She wanted that world again. I want you to make love to me.