Heat flooded her cheeks. Last night, he’d worn a simple gray henley, the sleeves pushed up to his forearms. When he’d reached across the table for the wine, she’d watched the muscle in his arm shift and had felt a jolt so visceral she’d nearly dropped her fork. He’d caught her. He always caught her.
“Zurich,” she said, his name a plea and a warning all at once. SexMex 24 10 11 Nicole Zurich Step-Siblings Mee...
“Can’t tell me to stop?” he asked, his forehead now resting against hers. Heat flooded her cheeks
“You’re staring,” Nicole said, not looking up from her book. Heat flooded her cheeks. Last night
“So,” he said, thumb tracing her cheekbone. “What do we do now?”