“The only thing I’m drunk on right now is you.” The words flew out of her mouth before she had a chance to stop them. Peaches’ expression changed then, her brown eyes taking on a dark, sexy gleam. “Shawty, if you keep tempting me like this, there will be trouble.” “Sometimes I like trouble,” she teased. “What kind are you offering?” Peaches reached out and dragged the tip of her index finger along Jamie’s jawline at an achingly slow pace as she spoke. “The kind where you can’t get out of bed . . . the kind where your legs are too weak to carry you . . . the kind that will make you beg . . .”
