Her neck. She gasped, her collarbone … a kiss … her sternum … who the fuck kissed there? Ahmeek. Ahmeek kissed there before sliding a finger along the seam of her bikini top, peeling it back to reveal her taut nipple. Her breath caught as he tasted there, pulling it into his mouth, circling once with his tongue before dipping farther. He was unafraid of her depths, unafraid of her wet as he slid her bikini bottom to the side. Morgan’s mind went to the tattoo that used to be there.
