" It goes like this. We’d date. We’d laugh. We’d fight. We’d have fucking off-the-charts make-up sex.”
Drea shivered as he intended. Short, shallow breaths made her chest heave, causing his cock to harden.
“What makes you think it would be off the charts?” Her voice was barely a whisper.
He leaned toward her, his lips a fraction from her ear. It took every ounce of self-control not to taste her skin. “When it feels this good without even touching, how could it not be? "

― Scarlett Cole , The Fractured Heart (Second Circle Tattoos, #2)