Mystic Zodiac , Book 11
The memory of the last night they’d been together assaulted him. He could hear the crackling of the wood in the fireplace. Smell the smoky pine mixing with the sweet hints of cocoa and her soft floral scent. She slid onto his lap, straddling his thighs. Placed butterfly kisses all over his face. Nibbled his jaw and then down onto his neck.
Sucking in a harsh breath, he had to shake the memory before he made a fool of himself. His dick was filling and on its way to an embarrassing hardness. “Sorry,” he mumbled and offered the panties to her.
Piper’s eyebrows rose above the upper rim of her glasses. Eyes blowing out wide. She snatched them and tossed to back to the ground to rejoin the other lacy treasures. She held up the purple bag, “Thanks for this.” She backed out quickly, damn near bolting from the tent.