“…tomorrow we might freeze to death. Or Cornelia might have me killed.” She allowed her own hands to admire the softness of his beard, his strong jaw, and trace down over his very nice chest.
“Or Daniel might convince the President to send me on an extended tour of darkest Florida to be eaten by alligators.” He mumbled into her ear.
“Don’t miss Disney World as you head south. It’s great fun,” she loosened his tie, slipped it off his head, and at an opportune moment, slid it over hers.
“I was thinking more of Wolf Creek Pass.” He removed her blouse and the b*a followed quickly after. His lightest touch made her want more, his caresses were intense enough to unbalance her soul.
“What’s that?” Anne had the sneaking suspicion that they weren’t going to make it the last few steps to the bed
