Lana’s Point of View
“Come on, tell me,” Christian murmured, his voice lower now, closer than before. A soft hum vibrated against my ear as his lips grazed the shell of it, teeth catching the edge in a slow, teasing nibble.
Desire wounded every word. “Are they pink… or brown?”
His breath was hot against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. “Or,” he added softly, his voice dipping into something darker, more dangerous, “do you want me to find out for myself?”
The depth of his voice, with its quiet confidence, drowned out every warning in my head. My body betrayed me, arching helplessly against his as his larger frame pressed me down, heat seeping through every layer between us. His fingers toyed with my n*****s through the fabric, slow and deliberate, as if savoring every small rea
