Bren
His warm tongue laved against my straining n****e, causing another moan to rip from my throat.
“Enough teasing,” I groaned.
A warm male chuckle vibrated—against my inner thigh this time. “So bossy,” he murmured. “I want to take my time with you.”
His hot tongue met the oversensitive spot between my thighs, and any further arguments died on my lips.
Gah!
Digging my fingers into his hair, I tugged slightly, loving the way it felt to be in this position at all.
One-night stands weren’t supposed to be like this, right? It was like someone designed this man just for me. He took his time hunting out every secret spot that made me shiver and then lingered there until I was desperate and trembling with need.
“One more,” he whispered, the stubble from his jaw brushing between my thig
