This time, instead of tasting of whiskey, he tasted of coffee and just a hint of cigarette mixed in. She didn’t mind it; her husband had smoked. Once upon a time she’d smoked, too. But for her it’d always been more of a recreational sort of thing. Drugs. Booze. Nicotine. They all fell into the same category with her: take it or leave it. Except for Badger…with that yummy cock of his pressed against her ass, she feared he could be a habit she might not be able to kick. Maybe because he’d just told her he wasn’t done with her. Damn. She sighed and smoothed her hand down the side of his beard. “You don’t play fair.” “Never.” His lips tipped into another grin. Jesus, talk about potent. A smoking-hot badass, with a smile sexy enough to drop panties. Lord knew she’d dropped hers. Though, technically, she hadn’t been wearing any when he took over and dominated every square inch of her body. Rosie blew out a breath and put a lid on her libido.
