“Don’t smell my breath till I have a chance to brush my teeth.” He laughed, the sound rumbling from his chest and into her, kindling that delicious heat at her core. “It’s a little late for that. But don’t worry. I would still love you even if you smelled like the trash can you emptied your stomach into.” Tabitha buried her face against his neck and laughed. “You say the sweetest things.” Damn, I love him.
