Ally’s POV
I could feel my cheeks heat up as he said that. My mind pictured everything he would be doing to me. I bit my lip in excitement.
“Don’t do that,” he groaned.
“Do what?” I asked.
“Don’t bite your lips like that,” he pouted. “Not when you won’t let me continue.”
“I would never,” I said batting my eyelashes at him and offering him an innocent smile.
“Don’t do that either,” he said.
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” I said as I bat my eyelashes again.
In a flash, he was in front of me.
“If you do that one more time I don’t care if the president himself is waiting for us,” he whispered in a raspy voice. “Neither of us will leave this room before I get to taste you,” he said as he nibbled my ear.
I could feel my knees go week under me as I clung to him.
“Dyl
