“You’re, um…” God, why couldn’t I make my voice sound normal? “You’re still…very good at it.” That felt like a stupid thing to say. “I—I mean—” Dusty kissed me then, stopping my idiot blabbering. It was soft and tender and made me feel like I was a puddle on the floor of this very beautiful bathroom. “I’ve been waiting a long time to get my mouth on you again,” he whispered darkly. “And I’m nowhere close to done.”
