“Watch your bed tonight, Lil,” he whispers into the shell of my ear as his fingers set off aftershocks down my spine when he glides them over the nape of my neck. “It’s what you wanted, right? To remind me that you could have me whenever you want?” I swallow past the buildup of arousal that’s rising in my throat. “Maybe.” I brush my lips over his. “Or maybe it was to remind myself that I could.”
