In the dark, their breathing seemed louder, and each touched seemed to be of magnified importance. And she was moving with him. She was...
Gideon swallowed. "Your clothes are damp," he said, leaning in against the hand that was touching his chest. He was sticky and bruised and did not care, because...
Because nice guys finished last a lot, and Lucy's skin beneath his fingers was smooth and curvy and in the dark, everything seemed possible.