Divorced in Love
Her gaze drifted to the tattoo on his waistline, but her alcohol-hazed vision blurred the writing.
Reaching out to touch it, Gil grasped her hand, his voice low and husky.
"Don't."
Obediently, Sofia withdrew her hand, her dreamy eyes locked on his. "How often do you have one-night stands?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Gil's hand was still holding hers. " Well, would you like to know?" he teased.
" Mhm." She bit her sensuous lips.
Gil swallowed hard. How was he still getting turned on?