I sat up on my knees, discarding the comforter on the way and dropping onto all fours. Frankie’s eyebrow quirked, his pink tongue peeking out between his parted lips at my new position. I crawled toward him across the short gap and puckered my lips to his ear. This close, I could feel the sharp intake of his breath. “Too bad I’m not a little girl, Francesco,” I whispered, licking a teasing trail up the shell of his ear.
