45

I’M SQUEALING WITH LAUGHTER FOR about three seconds before his mouth is on mine and the sound is cut off. I downshift right into moaning, growling, and basically going nuts. And I’m not the only one, either. We’re rolling all over the bed, shoes and clothes are flying off, and both of us are battling to feel as much of each other’s lips and tongues as possible.

“You are so beautiful,” he says, his words coming out with big puffs of air onto my mouth and face.

A niggling of doubt enters my mind and I stop moving. I hold him a little away from me. “Are you sure it’s me you’re talking about?”

He pauses and frowns in confusion. “Yeah, I’m sure. Why’d you ask that?”

“Because … I’m worried you’ve got your beer goggles on and that they were fogged up by about ten office chicks who were rubbing their hooters all over you in the club.”

“Pffft. Right. None of those girls can even touch you. Not even close.

And I’m not drunk. I know exactly what I’m doing.” He leans in and kisses my neck, lickin