When he said tongue, I expected…Not that his lips would part at the base of my throat, and then a soft, drawn-out lick. Because this feels like a kiss. Like Lowe Moreland is kissing my neck, slowly. Grazing it with his teeth and finishing off with a light nibble. I nearly moan. But at the last moment, I manage to swallow back inside my body the whimpery, throaty sound, and… God. Why does what he’s doing feel so phenomenally good?
