It was accident rather than design that brought her to his nipples, but just the possibility of her fingers made him tilt his head back and groan. “Viola …” “Oh.” She hardly recognised her own voice in that moment—the power in it, and the joy. “You’re sensitive here.” “Yes, but—” Whatever he had been about to tell her was lost in the shudder that overcame him as she bent her head and pressed a kiss, first to one nipple, then the other.
OH. MY. GOD.
