My entire body is on fire.
My body is alight from the top of my head to the soles of my feet. And the reason for that inferno is Quinn Berkeley.
The sting of his tongue ring as he licks over every inch of my skin hits me straight between the legs. My back bows off the bed as I fist handfuls of the pressed linen sheets.
But he’s relentless, and each moan that escapes my parted lips encourages him to continue.
“Do you like it?” Quinn asks breathlessly, swirling his wicked tongue around my navel.
“Yes, God, yes,” I moan my response.
“Do you want me to keep going?”
“Yes, please,” I reply, on the verge of begging.
Quinn’s dimple appears briefly as he gives me his trademark lopsided smile and slowly slides down my body, his lips leading the way. As I feel the first wet lick sweep across
