“I’ve been reading your books,” he continued, tongue lashing out to taste my earlobe before he nibbled it. The sound of his breath in my ear combined with that little bite sent chills racing down my legs, and I arched into him, my ass meeting his firm erection that slid between my warm cheeks. He groaned at the contact, but kept on with his slow torture, hands crawling up my abdomen until he was softly plucking at each nipple. “I know what you want,” he rasped. “What you don’t want.”
