"I'm glad that's your philosophy," she replied, trying not to gasp at the fantastic heat he was emanating. God, her legs would turn to jelly if he was good. At this point, she'd settle just for a warm body. His rasping kisses touched her jaw and she moaned softly at the contact.
Her hands went from grabbing his lapels to undoing the buttons, wanting flesh. "You just wait until I'm not pregnant and in a bikini in the summer. You think a sundress is torture?" she chuckled.