I bounce twice, laughing. Pasha climbs on the bed, but instead of hovering over me, he takes my ankle and raises my leg to his mouth, placing a kiss on my toes. I giggle and try pulling my leg free, but he keeps his hold. “Stop!” I wail. “Not gonna happen,” he mumbles and moves his lips to the arch of my foot. When his lips find the supersensitive spot on the inside of my ankle, I put my other foot on his chest and try pushing him away without success. “I’m ticklish. Pasha! No, not there!” “Everywhere, mishka. I plan on covering your whole body with kisses. Every day.”
