As Mark inhaled the scent of Arianne’s hair, his breaths became a mite more elaborate while his sleepiness, which had been growing for the past few minutes, gradually receded.
He bit on her earlobe. “I want you. Now.”
Arianne’s breath stopped, her body shrinking from him slightly. “But aren’t you sleepy?”
Hot breaths warmed through the woman’s ear.
“Nope. Not anymore.”
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