The sensation was strange and sensual, his velvety tongue and stubble doing a number on her. Dixie let her eyes drift shut and ran her fingers through his hair.
If she tugged him down to her chest, would he pay this kind of attention to her there?
The idea of his mouth on her breasts, the gentle suction working on her n*****s, had arousal dampening her panties.
"Dixie? You okay?" Benjamin whispered.
"Hm?" She blinked at him, suddenly aware of her aching fingers and the death grip she had on his hair. "Sorry."
"It's okay. Where'd you go?" He kissed the corner of her mouth.
"I'm right here."
"Yeah, but you were thinking about something. Tell me. Good? Bad?" He didn't stop moving, his nose tracing patterns on her skin, dropping kisses between words or to punctuate a question.
"Good."
