Chapter 5
Saturday Afternoon
“Well,” Jessica’s voice was pleasantly husky and smooth as a slow-pouring honey, “that was fun.”
Fun? “Sure was.” She was the queen of understatement.
Greg now knew what heaven felt like. It felt exactly like this. The warm ocean breeze rippling over the woman wrapped against him. Only a thin sheet and a glow of well-earned satisfaction covered them. If kissing Jessica while swimming in orange juice had been merely wonderful, making love to her had been fantastic. It hadn’t been a merry wrestle like the kitchen. Instead it had been a surprisingly tender voyage of discovery.
Not that there was a coy bone in her body. She’d given herself thoroughly, abandoning herself to the act. He had done his best to return the favor and between them there hadn’t been a
