Colin, Cleo thought, didn't give himself enough credit. He was attractive in his scruffy way and she wouldn't have had it any other way. She liked that he wasn't primped and clean cut. She wanted a man, not a girl. She wanted someone masculine and Colin certainly was that. Of course she'd come on to him. He was the picture of what she was after. Someone to protect her and give her pretty babies. All was right with the world now that she had Colin.
She let out another little purr of approval, especially with the way he was rolling his hips against hers. She was definitely turned on, her panties damn near soaked clean through because of him. "I think I like this foreplay thing." she breathed out, pressing herself up against him again. "But I do believe that your tongue is wicked. Where did you get such a talented tongue?"