“Listen to me, Tink.” He kisses directly over my heavy beating pulse there. “I need to know every fucking thing you like and dislike. What’s good and what’s better. You think something in your head, let it out.” I feel his smirk against my skin. “Not that you’re real good at hiding your thoughts.” I grin. “Got it. Royce?” “Hm?” “Touch me,” I demand instantly. “And not over my jeans.”
