She could feel him breathing on her neck. She was gently wrapped up in a pair of muscular arms and enveloped, basking, in the warmth of his body. His smell was everywhere, all over her. Musky, masculine and oh so freaking delicious.It made her smile to be in his arms again. His face was buried in the …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
The Jarlena Journal 