His mouth pulls into a smile. “I think that orgasm might’ve shaved a few years off my life, but it was worth it.” I huff a laugh, which makes my muscles clench. Luther groans as his body twitches in response. “Sorry,” I chuckle again. He slides his hands to my hips, holding me still. He grips me much gentler than before, and I wonder if I’m going to have handprints on my skin tomorrow. I kind of hope I will. “I think we need a shower.” Luther’s thumbs trace circles on my skin, making me shiver. Causing my muscles to clench, again. “Dammit, woman.”
