Sandra Brown: The Rana Look

“I’ll have to lose some weight first.”

“Lose some weight! You’re all bones now.”

“Not nearly bony enough to strut down a runway. But now that I’ve acquired a taste for potatoes and gravy, I don’t know that I’ll ever go back to a diet of lettuce and water.”

“Just don’t lose these,” he said, lifting his head to kiss her breasts. “They’re perfect.”

She sighed as his mouth moved over her, then adjusted her body to his and took him inside her. He filled her with a warm, solid pressure.

“That’s beautiful,” he said with a groan.

“What?”

“That little sound you make every time I’m inside you. I want to hear it every day, at least once, for the rest of my life.”

“Then you plan on keeping me”

“I guess I will.”

“Don’t sound so self-sacrificing.”

“Well, I do feel a little sorry for you.”

“You do?”

“Yeah.” He moaned with extreme pleasure when she made a rolling motion with her hips. “If I don’t marry you, you might end up an old maid.”

“Why?” she asked on a soft gasp as he drove deeper.

“Because, you poor, homely thing, your front teeth are crooked.”

Then he kissed her and heaven rained down.