“Henry.”
“Yes, darling?” He repeated the motion.
“Henry.”
He teased her with a series of light, tickling passes, and she thought her hips would shoot up off the floor. “Does that feel good, Caro?”
“Henry. Oh, my God.”
“Tell me, darling.”
“It feels so… so…”
“Yes?”
“I… I can’t describe it.”
“Should I stop, then?”
“Don’t you dare stop, you horrible man—”
Chuckling, Henry put her out of her misery, sliding his hands beneath her bottom and burying his face between her legs. Oh. Oh. This was exactly what she had needed, and oh, my God, when he swirled his tongue over that spot, that felt… that felt… She noticed somebody moaning, quite loudly. Wait, was that her? Well, she didn’t have time to be embarrassed about it right now. She was too busy feeling. What he was doing felt so good, i
