Taste (Cloverleigh Farms, #7)

by Melanie Harlow

“Are you fucking serious?” “Yes.” “I’ve wanted this every single night for six months. Probably farther back than that. You’ve always been the unattainable girl of my dreams, Ellie.” I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. “Really?” “Really.”

“Two things. First, if I didn’t make it clear already, you have an amazing body.” “Thank you.” “Second, I cannot believe I fucked you with those hedgehog socks on.” “I guess they’re your lucky socks too.”

“Wait, I have a question.” I tapped her on the shoulder. “What?” “Was I as good as my dad in your dream?”

“What’s the matter, Gianni? Too hot to handle?”