Shacking Up - Helena Hunting
Well, you sure did screw my mouth. At first I think those words are in my head, until I watch his eyebrows rise. “I screwed your mouth?” “Uh. With your tongue. When you kissed me, with tongue. You screwed—” Oh God, Ruby, stop talking. “My mouth. With your tongue.” And he did it, very, very well. My lady parts agree with this assessment,