At forty-something, Melanie is doubting her sex appeal. How can she possibly compete with younger women? State trooper, Jack Horan is all too ready to put her mind at ease.
Jack stretched alongside her body. “Hell, woman, if you’re too old then I must be dead. Did your husband put these silly thoughts into your head? If so, then I’m sorry, but the man was an asshole. Not all men want the drama that comes with ‘younger girls’ as you put it. Most mature women don’t play mind games. They know exactly what they want and aren’t afraid to take it.” He waggled his brows. “You sure took me. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.”
Mel eyed him with blatant disbelief. “Are you telling me that you don’t stare at small asses in tight jeans or perky breasts that don’t bounce?”
Jack ran his hands along her rib cage and up and over her belly only to stop at the under swells of her breasts. He juggled the twin globes playfully. “I like bounce. You, my dear, have a delicious pair of tits. I can’t get enough of them. And it was your ass that first caught my attention.”
Melanie doesn’t believe a word Jack says. Hmmm, I wonder how he plans on convincing her that she’s got it all wrong?