“Dig in.” I swallowed hard and picked up my fork, but it froze midair as she twirled a bite of pasta and lifted it to her mouth. When her head lolled to one side as she chewed and she closed her eyes, a look of sheer pleasure crossed her face. A look I wanted to see while I was buried inside her tight heat. She didn’t even realize her beauty, did she? Memphis was a sweet temptation and a sinful craving.
