“Well, being this close to you.” He shook his head. “The things I’m thinking aren’t really that sweet.” He ran his thumb over my lips. I kissed the rough skin. “Tell me.” He blushed and grinned. I tried to convey some sort of strong, sexy siren persona. “I want to touch you. I want to smell you. I want to lay you out on this table and taste you.” The.”
