“Don’t worry, darling. There will be hours of that tonight.” His words wrapped a smoky haze of hunger around her for dark, delicious things. Her womb clenched in anticipation, but not being kissed woke her up enough from the daze to scowl.
hours“How many times does a girl have to ask to be kissed?” she demanded huskily, hoping he’d give in and kiss the hell out of her. It was what she wanted, what she needed.
Wes’s wolfish grin created a little shiver inside her. “Patience, little tiger.”
“Tiger?” She laughed, almost giddy, and took a hasty gulp of the cognac.
“Don’t rush it.” He tsked and lifted the small box from the table.
“What’s that?” She reached for it, but he caught her wrist, holding it captive for a long second before he let it go with a kiss on her inner wrist.
“You are so
