I’m used to him tormenting me with his tongue. I’m braced for hard, demanding kisses that make me want to rub myself against him. But this new kiss unbalances me. Catches me completely unaware.
It’s a kiss I never thought a guy like Dayne would have in his arsenal. The slow, coaxing kind. The kind that’s sweet and takes its time getting to where it’s going. Decadent and self-indulgent.
I sink into it. But it’s not enough. I want more. Crave it.
This time it isn’t Dayne plunging his tongue into mine, eager to dominate my mouth. It’s me flicking my tongue into his as my body softens.
But when he takes the very tip of my tongue and sucks on it, contentment disappears under a wave of electric need.
I wrap my legs around him so his erection presses firmly against me, even as I struggle to
