Anastasia's breath quivered under the touch of his hot, sensuous male. She swallowed her saliva down her throat as her mind went into a tizzy. Overwrought with emotions, she thought that she might swoon and wondered if all girls did the same under such circumstances. Even though she felt slightly dizzy under the effect of the woodsy, spicy scent emanating from his sex-on-legs male, her mind stayed intractably alert. She swayed a little and as if governed by instinct, his body moved with her to support her, his muscles tightening around her to support her.
Ileus was pressed against her completely, the droplets of water spraying around him, making him wet in the front and soaking her in the front. Every breath she took was filled with his intoxicating scent. She couldn't breathe, for her heart was refusing to slow enough for her to make sense for her condition.
