“What are you thinking?” I whisper. His index finger traces along one of my ribs. “That you’re just as beautiful as I imagined, and feel even better than I hoped,” he says. “You sound like that’s a problem.” “It is,” he says. But there’s a tilt to his lips. “Because I’m not going to be satisfied with just once, sweetheart. Figuring out what turns you on is my new favorite thing.”
