“You smell so good,” he rasped. His scruff tickled my neck as he trailed downward past my collarbone and then pressed his face into my breasts. “And fuck, these tits.” I sighed, my hands running down his chest. “My nonna said you only want to marry me for my boobs.” “Not true.” I felt him smile against my skin. “This too.” I yelped at the sharp smack on my ass.
