He touched the swirl of hair between her legs. A hot tingle flushed through her body, and she made a soft sound in her throat. “Beautiful,” he murmured. Beth could barely breathe. “I am happy not to disappoint you.” “You could never disappoint me.” He sounded grave, as though he took her flippant words seriously. He leaned forward and touched his lips to the nub that was swelling with all its might. “You are wet for me.” Ian’s breath brushed her where no man’s breath should in someone else’s sitting room. “So wet.” His tongue flicked out and tasted it.
