He murmured, “I’ve been wanting to taste you since dinner yesterday.” And taste her he did; tentatively at first, lulling her, inviting her mouth to open with gentle licks of his fire-tipped tongue. And when he bit her bottom lip softly, she moaned just as he’d predicted. She knew she should’ve listened to her inner voice’s warning. Now it was too late. Her body drank in the alluring sensations like a drought welcoming rain.
