I could see she was rattled by all the attention I'd shown her during dinner. I'd purposely not given her any wine with her meal. I wanted her to have a clear head.
"Come 'ere." I pulled her down on my lap and we sat and watched the skyline, my hand on her bare leg, rubbing circles with my fingers.
"Give me your foot."
She lifted first one leg, and then the other, so I could remove her killer heels. They looked f*****g hot on her feet, but I know they had to be just a little uncomfortable.
I played with her anklet for a minute before releasing her leg, and she shivered.
"Cold?"
"Uh-uh."
"Lips."
I nuzzled the side of her neck up to her lips and went under. She was wearing a different flavor on her lips this time. Something sweet and spicy that made me nibble on them softly.
