“I had this whole thing planned,” he says, his hand coming up, and his thumb rubs over my lips. “Wine and dine and then take you to bed.” I want to roll my eyes and groan. “I want to take my time with you.” His voice is low, and just the way he says it fills my body with goose bumps. His hand moves down to my pebbled nipple, rubbing it. He puts his thumb into his mouth and then rubs my nipple again, and I swear my eyes want to roll in the back of my head. “I’m going to take my time with you,” he says, “but not this time.”
