She’s stunning. There’s not a single part of her I don’t want my hands on right now, and if I were any less of a gentleman, I’d shove her inside and have my way with her all damn night long. But as much as I want my lips on every inch of her, that’s not all I want from her. If last night was any indication, I already know I have her body. But I need the rest of her, too; the more important parts of her. I need her thoughts and her fears and her concerns. I need her to kiss me with not a single worry in her mind.
