Still laughing, he rolled us until he had me pressed on my back in the bed. My anger immediately fled as he licked then bit at my neck. “Love you riled, babe. Nothing better than seeing my girl’s whiskey eyes lit up and alive.” “Meanie,” I grumbled but my heart wasn’t in it because it was his, tucked away safely and securely in a place only he could find. “Totally,” he agreed, biting down hard over my jugular in a way that had me wet in an instant.
