Grinning, he canted his head. “I didn’t realise you thought I was such a great wordsmith.” She chuckled and lowered herself against him, the gentle pressure teasing. “That wasn’t the angle I was going for.” “Ah”—he grabbed her rear and wrenched her hard against him, his breath catching—“then—then it’s my singing?” Cheeks a glorious shade of pink, more hot setting sun than delicate rose, she shook her head. “No, no, no.” With each word she ground against him, wrenching a groan from his throat. “I meant—” “I know exactly what you meant.” He chuckled against her lips before the kiss grew urgent,
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