“Magnificent, huh? I thought I was an ice princess.” “Sometimes,” he acknowledges, his lips moving to my earlobe. Pleasurable shivers dance across the back of my neck and down my spine as he nips that, too. “But sometimes you’re warm.” He kisses my neck. “Sometimes you’re sweet.” Another kiss, trailing closer to my face. “Sometimes you’re a real pain in the ass.” “How romantic,” I say dryly, meeting his gaze as he pulls back to look at me. His lips tug up in a faint smile. “You’re a lot of different things, just like me.”
