Chris POV
While it was great fun to tease her, of course I slept on Ava’s sofa. There was little a man could do that was more abhorrent than coercing a woman, or a man, into their bed.
The thought made me smile a little. It was actually Ava’s bed.
There was nothing wrong with good memories of consensual pleasure, though, so as I lay there on her comfortable sofa and smelled her apple-crisp perfume, I remembered our night together in detail.
Perhaps most strongly of all I remembered her half-disguised surprise when I spent time getting her ready instead of just diving right in. She was so responsive, so warm and welcoming, I couldn’t help but linger over her breasts, her stomach, and her thighs.
I pressed dozens of kisses to her lips and still wanted more. I told her she was beautiful
