“You’re beautiful, Lace. I don’t tell you that enough, but damn, every inch of you is drop-dead gorgeous.” “I bet you say that to all the girls.” “I might have, but I swear to God I never meant it as much as I do when I look at you.” His hands rise to each side of my face, caressing my cheeks and pulling me down for a kiss so passionate that I might combust right here. My breasts rub against his hot skin, and the feeling of us so close—and being so naughty—has me reeling in lust.
