“I covered your eyes, so I wouldn’t get lost in them,” he said.
“Bullshit. Try again,” she shot back.
“I want you,” he murmured.
“That’s true, but it’s not the whole truth,” she teased.
“Damn, you’re good. How do you do that?” he asked, half-laughing.
“Magic,” she said, her hand grazing his face, fingers slipping into his mouth as she exhaled softly.
“f**k, Dahlia, you’re so tuned into me. I can’t handle it. I’m losing it. Come on, let’s hit the shower and get back to bed.”
She made a sad face. He climbed on top of her, pressing his weight down, kissing her until she gasped for air. “Don’t stop now,” she whispered, her voice low.
Their skin burned against each other. He eased into her, and she arched into him with a sharp gasp, her body responding to every movement. He took his tim
