My tongue swept across my bottom lip. “I want to taste you.” A guttural sound of restraint rolled in his chest. “Think it’s best to leave well enough alone, don’t you?” “Is it?” “Think you’re playing with fire.” “I want to stand in it.” I tugged at the waistband of his shorts. “Let me taste you.” That fire blazed. “Not sure you know what you’re asking for.” “Show me.” I let a little of the vulnerability seep into my voice.
