Rough fingertips slid over my skin, higher and higher until they reached my nipple through the lace of my bra. My lips parted from the sensation. “Won’t you tell me to stop?” Remo murmured in my ear before his tongue led a wet trail down my throat. His free hand cupped my cheek and twisted my face around so he could assault my mouth with an all-consuming kiss. His tongue licked every crevice of my mouth, tasting, consuming, owning my lips. “You better tell me to stop, Angel, because if I don’t stop now, I fear I won’t stop at all.”
