He leaned forward and bit her bottom lip. It was just the right size. He hated women with thin, judgmental lips. Smeared with dark red lipstick. Stingy and manipulative. Bev’s mouth looked ripe and vulnerable....

I don’t need any goddamned luck. I got daisies.

Sounds like a nice dream to me.” …a few pages laterThings were looking up. If he could just convince her his boxer shorts belonged in her laundry basket, he’d be right on board with her...

Kissing you.” Tom leaned forward again and held the bottom of her chin. He worked his lips over hers until she responded. A soft whimper escaped her throat and he kept at it. Biting, sucking...