His words vibrated through me, and I felt each syllable.
“Tell me,” I whispered.
“You’re breathtaking—every f*****g bit of you. I can’t stop staring at you. I can’t believe that I get to lick every inch of you and f**k you and do whatever I want to you …”
My back arched, his words as stimulating as foreplay, like a wave of air passing over me that made every part of me shiver. But as I flattened against the bed, there was movement from him, and my body immediately broke out in goose bumps when his hand landed on my thigh.
My breath hitched.
His fingers only gave me a light skim, but I still felt them everywhere, the fire igniting within me and spreading.
“Ahhh,” I moaned.
“It feels different, doesn’t it?”
He knew.
Because I was sure he’d done this before, and that didn’t surprise
