Her legs trembled. She’d need a minute, maybe an hour, before she could move again. He was still inside of her, and she was momentarily shocked at how he’d taken her. If his arm wasn’t wrapped around her waist, Emily would slide to the floor.
He nuzzled her neck, her hair. “I love the way your hair smells.” He emitted a low growl in the back of his throat, and turned her around.
She didn’t mind really, the smug way his lips curved, when he curled a lock of hair around his finger, before sinking down into a kiss she supposed was to be quick and light. But he sank into it.
When he pulled back an inch, and then two, his eyes were a fine slit showing the whiskey colored twinkle behind long, dark lashes no man had a right to have. God, how she loved this man. The words jammed somewhere betwe
