Chapter 22
Jo lay on Angelo’s chest and hummed. Her entire body hummed, there was no other word for it. If she were a musician, she’d say she felt like a string vibrating ever so softly and perfectly in tune. What the hell, she’d use the metaphor even if she wasn’t a musician, it certainly fit.
Angelo stroked the hum forth by running his hands from her shoulders down over her buttocks and back along her thighs to the knees where she knelt over him. Then returning by the same route.
“Breakfast shouldn’t be that much colder.” His tone was wry. They had certainly sparked their need off each other and it had burst forth fast and hot.
“That was barely a ravage.”
“Consider it a deposit on a ravage.”
Jo clung to his glorious shoulders and nuzzled his chest for a moment longer.
“Okay, I’ll
