Chapter Twenty-Three
Lust must give a guy superhuman powers. That was the only explanation for how Ethan was able to carry a boneless and satisfied Jessica all the way from the shower to the bed.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and giggled into his neck as he staggered across the floor. “Bakers aren’t generally known as featherweights,” she pointed out.
Everything about her felt perfect to him, though he was relieved when he made it to the bed.
“You can do it, buddy,” he murmured out loud. “Hang in there.”
He tossed her onto it with a hard grunt of effort.
She laughed up at him, all flushed and scrumptious. “Were you talking to your leg? Giving it a pep talk?”
Oops. Busted. “So?”
“It’s cute, that’s all. Like talking to birds or—“ She broke off with a shriek as he flung himself
