"Baby," Sharon gasps. "Baby, baby – "

She pushes her head back into the purple throw, enveloped in him, his scent all around her, and runs one hand into his hair, the other down along the long beautiful line of his back. She can't stop stroking and touching him, touch-starved and needy.

Beneath his lips on her skin, her pulse is flying, beating strong and quick, leaving her flushed and breathless and shivering.