A renewed sparkle shone from him. “Is that what you need, baby? Vigorous?”
He might be talking in that purr he reserved for seduction, but her interest in being alluring wasn’t as high as his. In her attempt to dissuade him, she took on an almost schoolmarm persona and sat straighter to chastise him.
“I need for you to eat your soup. If you finish it, I might…” She held up a straight finger. “Might let you have a cookie. But you are going to keep your hands to yourself and your mouth too, definitely your mouth. You should keep that to…” she cleared her throat. “To yourself.”
Sinking back against the pillows propped on the headboard, he smirked again. “You’re in charge, Trinket,” he said. Thinking that her resistance had exhausted him might have been premature. “But when I’m myself again
