Tossing his shirt aside, he took another sip of the wine and grinned. "I like that other part, about the pleasures. I assume of the flesh."
"Is there any other kind?"
Allie took a bite of the plum, her lips suckling the fresh meat until the juice ran down the side of her mouth. When she looked at him, she set the plum aside and scooped the juice off her chin. The simple act of bringing the spillover to her mouth and sucking her finger, struck him as highly erotic, the plum a prop, she the tempting treat.