“This isn’t the beginning of something,” he warned. His tongue darted out and danced over the other puckered peak. I sucked in a breath. “Do you always talk your dates to death before you have sex?” “I’m simply making sure we’re on the same page.” “I can’t tell if you’re talking to me or my boobs, but frankly, we’re all in agreement. I could never date a smoker. This is just sex. Don’t make me regret choosing you tonight.”
