Swiftcurrent Creek breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out

A gentle graze to his chin—a tilt of her head as she lay upon a bed of flowers.

He was done for. How could he not be?

“Make yourself smell so damn tantalizing that every time I’m near you my mouth waters,” he growled out, leaning down now to nip gently at her neck, placing kisses along her collarbone before trailing upward to nose at her cheek--to inhale everything about her.