The sheets were still warm from his body. Trembling with nervous anticipation she pulled the covers up to her chin. “I don’t think we should do this.” Moonlight filtered in through the window, gleaming off Del’s smooth muscles as he stripped off his boxers and climbed in beside her. “I definitely think we should.” Libby could see the hungry desire etched on his face as he lay, propped on his elbow, looking down at her. She swallowed nervously and his gaze fastened on her mouth. He bent, his lips slowly closing over hers as he enveloped her in his warm embrace. Libby’s eyes fluttered shut. Del was such a good kisser. He tasted like coffee and mint toothpaste. He kissed her lightly at first, seeming to savor the taste of her, too. Then his tongue engaged hers in a teasing battle that quickly turned serious. He kissed her deeply, demandingly, until nothing existed except his hungry mouth. Libby felt dizzy with an exhilarating breathlessness. Her muscles tensed in anticipation while her insides seemed to melt into liquid warmth.
