Tugging me forward, he pulled me onto his lap so I straddled him, my knees on either side of his thighs, taking care that my sore bottom didn’t get bumped.
Even through his clothing, his body radiated heat. This was the closest I’d been to him. Sure, he’d been deep inside me, but I hadn’t been able to see him, to look in his dark eyes, to see the desire there. He was giving me the opportunity to study him. Up close, I saw his nose had a slight crook in it, as if it had been broken at some point. With the odd medical device that had been used on the injured woman’s hand, it should have been easily fixed to perfection. Instead, he looked imperfect. He had full lips and I wondered what they would feel like against mine.
imperfect.I doubted he would be a gentle kisser, but be as dominant wit
