A fantasy in motion. A true reset. And she delighted in every bit of it—the tang of the forbidden cherry juice on his skin, the way he entwined his fingers with her hair as she kissed and sucked his nipples, bringing them to hard peaks. Then she made her way down, trailing her lips over his ribs, to the center of his stomach, and he groaned. She smiled against him, undoing his belt. This was how it should’ve gone in the first place with them, and the thrill of being able to revise their first encounter sent tingles all over her. But as she fumbled with his belt, she told herself to stop thinking. Just enjoy because, hell, look at him—a cut, sleek, godlike cowboy at her fingertips. How could she go wrong now? Unfortunately, those fingers were fumbling because she was so damned excited. “Well, shit,” she whispered, still wrestling with his belt.
