““God, I love your skin.” “My skin?” She glanced uncomprehendingly at her own arm when he rose from nibbling at her. “It’s brown.” “It’s melted chocolate and coffee with cream, exotic as the fucking desert, and so damn erotic. I have wet dreams about you naked on my sheets, your skin smooth and hot from the sun’s rays.” She swallowed, chest heaving. “You make me sound edible.” He purred. “You are.””
