The question catches me off guard, and I freeze. What a way to kill the mood. When I don't answer, his mouth stops moving, leaving me on edge, aching.
"What are you doing?" I snap, frustration bubbling in my chest.
His chuckles, his eyes dark with intent. "I asked you a question, sweet girl. I expect an answer."
I glance over at King, who's giving me the same look. Expectant. Amused. f*****g enjoying every second of this.
My cheeks burn. "Uh...no. He didn't really like to do that," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. The realization hits me hard—I stayed with a man for nearly seven years that barely enjoyed touching me. How stupid was I?
Niko hums against me, the vibration shooting through my body. "That's because he never deserved to touch you like this." His finger glides d
