Less Kisses, More Kills

chapter 63

She had felt every bit as good in his arms as he had imagined, but not quite as good as she would have done had they been naked together in bed. Her skin had smelt of fresh air and peaches, and as he’d kissed her he had had a fierce surge of male desire to taste more of her, to strip that neat, high-necked tee shirt from her body and expose the delicious fullness of her breasts to his gaze...his hands...his mouth...

There was a decidedly potent male ache in his lower body, a decidedly testosterone-driven urge to take what had happened between them further—a whole lot further—threatening his normal cool control. There had been a very tantalisingly masculine scent in the air, a provocative, hot man smell that had sent her hormones into overdrive.

Obviously it would be much easier for him to keep her warm with his own body heat if she wrapped her arms around him, and she could quite understand why it was necessary for him to run his hands up and down the length of her naked back. Their