Marina Adair

Thank you,” she said, dusting the snow off her butt.

“You need any help with that?”

You know what or you wouldn’t have been sneaking peeks at my lips for the past five minutes.”

You know what? I don’t want to talk about my family, I want you to kiss me.”

“As the lady wishes.”

I like your shirt.”

“I think I’d like it better draped over your naked, sated body.”

You put a little good in my morning.”

No. They’re fine. Perfect actually. Thank you for lending me your hands.”

“You can use my hands anytime you need

“The kind who’s sweet-talking your girl,”

His expression turned very serious. “The first time I saw you, you were wearing white jeans, a purple apron and you had a little bit of frosting on you.” He leaned in and touched her cheek. “Right here.”

“Oh,” she breathed.

“Yeah, oh.”

thank you.”

He let loose one of those boyish grins filled with mischief and humor. “Oh no, thank you.” Then that humor vanished, leaving behind heat and a whole lot of want.