He moved to stand behind her. “How many times did I watch you? So many. Wondering what you smelled like, right here.” He lifted her hair and grazed his nose along the nape of her neck.
“Exactly like fresh snow.” Blake grabbed two fistfuls of her hair, letting his lips brush her ear.
“And how often did I wonder what you tasted like?” He used her hair to turn her head. He leaned down to sample her lips. “Vanilla and lust.” He leaned down and ran his hands up her calves. “When you wore heels to the station? I couldn’t think for hours about anything other than this curve, right here behind your knee.”
“There isn’t a single spot I’ll miss tonight, my wife.

Author: Debra Anastasia