Heat skittered through her belly, then directly south. “Sawyer.”
In answer, he brought his head up and kissed her. Deep, hungry, tasting her in a purposely slow, thorough manner before pulling back to once again look into her eyes.
Oh, God. “Sawyer, what are we doing?” she whispered.
He shook his head. “No f#cking clue.

Author: Jill Shalvis

Heat skittered through her belly, then directly south. “Sawyer.”<br />In answer, he brought his head up and kissed her. Deep, hungry, tasting her in a purposely slow, thorough manner before pulling back to once again look into her eyes.<br />Oh, God. “Sawyer, what are we doing?” she whispered.<br />He shook his head. “No f#cking clue. - Jill Shalvis



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