His kiss was intoxicating, the feeling of those firm lightly chapped lips made all the nerves in my body tingle. His warm tongue pulling mine into a slow and sensual dance made me moan in pleasure. This man is going to be the death of me. The way he could be firm and domineering yet gentle and kind made my world spin. He accepted me with all my flaws and I knew that I could never love a man any more than I loved him. The man known as Erwin Smith.