“I know what I’d do with you.” I drop my palms to her thighs and let them rest there. “I’ve thought about it quite a bit. First, I’d get a taste of you, every bit of you. I want to inhale it, lick it, fucking bask in it. I think about how you’ll feel on my tongue, and I already know it’s sweet. It’s that scent I catch every now and again, the one I thought was pie.” I chuckle, the sound raspy and low in my throat. “It’s you, and I want to gorge myself on nothing but you.”
