Chapter Eleven
“Hands over your head,” I order.
“What if I refuse?” she challenges with an eager light in her eyes.
“Consequences.”
“s******g?” she says hopefully.
“Only if you’re good,” I say, turning the tables.
“Oh.” She raises her arms over her head with a little pout.
I can’t help but laugh - a low rumble from deep in my belly. I don’t think I’ve ever had fun in bed. This is new, and prickly feeling, and I’m not quite sure about it, but I sure as f**k like it. Hell, I like her. That - in and of itself - is a first. “Patience little grasshopper,” I growl as I hover over her.
I start at the hollow of her throat. Nipping, then l*****g up to the dip just behind her ear, before taking her mouth and slowly exploring every crevice. Her tongue is soft and pliant against mine, echoing
