Her heavy, hooded eyes drifted shut. Thick lashes framed her cheeks. “Every single time?” “Every. Single. Time.” Each word I punctuated with a thrust of my hips, making me bite back a growl. “That’s a pretty bold statement,” she whispered, spreading her thighs, cradling mine. “Not a statement.” I lowered my head, moving my lips across the cheek I’d caressed moments before. “But a promise.”
