A little more from my WIP, Cole in Her Stocking for Six Sentence Sunday.
"Should I wonder about your masculinity?”
“Do you need to, baby?”
“Maybe your sanity," she sniffed.
Her scent wrapped him in its beckoning embrace and he wished there was enough light in the Escalade to let him see the ripe plum shading her cheekbones. He wanted to run his lips over the blush that rose from her throat, dip lower to taste the swelling flesh of her breasts. Keeping his focus on the icy road ahead and gripping the wheel until his knuckles whitened, Cole recited major league batting stats in his head--anything to keep from dwelling on all the places he burned to plant lush, scalding kisses.
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