Wow," she whispered. "Gorgeous.""Yeah," he said, looking at her.She laughed. "That's cheesy."He grinned. "You liked it.""No, I didn't."He peered at her over his dark sunglasses, letting his gaze slip past her face.She followed his line of sight and realized that her nipples were pressing eagerly against the thin white cotton of her shirt. "That's because I'm cold," she said and crossed her arms over her chest.He laughed. "It's seventy five degrees.""Downright chilly," she said, nose in the air.Grinning, he reeled her in, and with Thor (the dog) protesting between them, he kissed the living daylights out of her.
Jill Shalvis, Sweet Little Lies
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