"I thought so," she teased in return. She watched him strip, biting her lip. How the hell could one man look so fucking pretty all bruised up? She didn't understand it, but she wanted to pin him to the wall and kiss the blue-black skin, wanted to make him shiver.
As he reminded her, she held aloft the toothbrush and toothpaste, glad she didn't smoke often. His aversion to it would be a successful deterrent, and she made quick work of it. As soon as she'd rinsed and dabbed the excess from her mouth, she turned to him, eyes predatory. "C'mere," she murmured, voice low.