“Naturally I find you surrounded by warm clouds and billowing white cloths," Val drawled in her ear, making her jump.
She whirled to find him standing right behind her. He wore slate blue today, the color neatly severe on him, his curling golden hair clubbed neatly back, his azure eyes watching her alertly for any weakness.
Oh, God, he'd had his mouth on her most intimate parts last night. What had possessed her to let him do that? It was of she'd been in some sort of sensual dream. The hot bath, his words, his hands, his lips...
He smiled and she knew, she absolutely knew that he knew what she was thinking about.”