He gently rubs a thumb over my nipple, which is as hard as a pebble, even through the thin material of my bra. I bite my lip to hold a gasp in. “Not ignoring me now, are you?” he says softly, his teeth nibbling my earlobe. “You’ve been a complete bitch, firecracker. I think that deserves a punishment, don’t you?” His tongue is hot on my neck, tracing down until it reaches my clavicle. Pressing open-mouthed kisses on my skin, his touch leaves a path of fire that ignites my core.
