O’jek is there immediately, kissing me again. I’m surprised at the hand that cups my face, tilting it up as he slants his mouth over mine. His movements are hungry, his lips greedy as he devours me, and I’m breathless and clinging to him all over again a short time later. “You make those little moans,” he murmurs, and nips at my mouth. “And it makes me think of being between your thighs.”
