Her mouth was on his with such ferocity, it knocked him back a step. He managed to haul her back so he could gasp for air and answers. "Not that I'm complaining." "Then don't. Shut up and put out Savoie." "You are so romantic, detective." She chained...
He leaned close to whisper in her ear, "Is there any other tension I can relieve for you, cher? I am willing and most certainly able.
I'm yours, Savoie. I always have been. Take me, claim me. Know again in your heart and mind that we're one in all things.
Have I told you that you are my every dream?" Her eyes shimmered. Her voice went smoky with emotion. "Not recently.
Detective, any warm-blooded male with a pulse would have his hand on your glorious ass. May I?" "Knock yourself out." His fingertips sketched over that tight sheen of Lycra before cupping a taut globe for a squeeze. "What kind of workout do you do to...
Let's make this a slow ride, shall we?" The deep purr of her voice brought a sassy grin to his face. The long slant of his eyes grew languid. "You have the reins, cher. You can whip me with them if you like.
I don't know yet what we're called, or if we have a name. I know so little and need to learn so much. I'm many things, detective, and all of them love you.
