"My hero," she teases, more than a little breathless. The muscles of her stomach contract beneath his kiss, sending shivers across her bare abdomen. She strokes her fingers through his hair, idly considering the necessity of another trim in the near future.
But she's hardly focused on it, when he's so intent on reducing her to a shivering, smoldering wreck.
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But she's hardly focused on it, when he's so intent on reducing her to a shivering, smoldering wreck.