“Are you warm enough?” Sven asked. The breeze blowing in off the lake had grown stronger. “I’m just right. That was stupendously good.” She reached over and lightly touched his hair. He didn’t have to ask if he’d satisfied her because it was written all over her face, but it was good to hear “stupendously good” nonetheless. “I concur. I am a very happy guy right now.” He caught her hand up in his and pressed a kiss to her wrist. He felt a sense of freedom, hedonism, here on the blanket with her, soaking up the sun. “It’s nice lying in the sun naked. I can’t say that I’ve ever done this before, but I like it. It could be habit forming.” Damn, he was talking to a woman with an addiction. What a stupid thing to say. He pushed up on one elbow. “Juliette, I didn’t think… I mean…crap…talk about ruining a moment with my foot in my mouth.” She turned her head on the sheet, looking at him, laughing. “Sven, it’s okay. I’m actually flattered you think naked sex with me in the sun could be habit forming.
