It was their love nest, for lack of a better term: the one place they always wound up exploring the pleasures offered by the flesh. Samuel ran fingers over the footboard of the bed where names were moaned, a flutter in his stomach as he recalled the touch of a tongue flicking over sensitive places. He bit his bottom lip, wanting very much to be touched in the ways only his lover knew how. As though conjuring his beloved with mere thought, the air in the room shifted and changed, and he sensed a burning presence at his back. A hand snaked around and groped him.
“My yummy bird,” a smooth voice whispered, breath tickling his ear. A shiver passed over him as lips brushed against his neck. “How did you know I was hungry?”
“You always are,” Samuel replied, his own words thick with arousal. “An
