Owen
Petra’s skin is as soft as a rose petal. I can’t stop running my hands over her body. I’ve pushed the robe off her shoulders and kissed them, relishing the prickles of heat her skin leaves on my lips.
I wanted this to be mindless for me, but it’s anything but that. She’s gorgeous and smells like heaven. Her breathing is already growing ragged with the slightest touch.
Grazing her neck with my lips, I kiss the shell of her ear. “Petra, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever been with.”
“Thank you,” she says with that sweet voice of hers.
I should gag her so I don’t fall in love with the sound of her voice. It’s melodic and on the deep side. It’s sexy as hell and I know I’m going to let her talk more than I let any of the others.
Taking a moment to appreciate her body curve af
