He leans closer, so close that I can feel the heat pouring off his chest and smell the mint on his tongue. His breath tickles my ear as he whispers, “A real man has patience when it comes to women. Not just the ones he wants to bed. He listens. That is what makes a sensual lover.” My heart pounds against my ribs as he settles back, and that grin of his graces his face once again as I rub my thighs.
