“You’re a lot of firsts for me,” he admitted, settling over my body. “The first woman I really loved. I loved your mind first, I think. Then this smart little mouth.” He traced my lips with his thumb before skimming down my chest. “Then your heart.” “Not my body?” I gasped jokingly. “Of course I love your body.” His hands ran down my sides as he stared at me reverently. “But have I really loved you with my body before now?”
