a flurry of excitement rips through me when her eyes flash to my lips and, in that instant, I know what I have to do. I have to taste her. Without hesitating, I sample her lips, giving her what her eyes were so quietly begging for. She lets out an audible groan, but it’s not a frightened groan. It’s a “you cheeky sod, I like this” sort of groan.
