brushed her lips against his.
He laughed as he dipped his mouth to hers. 'What more could you ask for?'
'Uh, why don't you show me?' she whispered in his ear, darting her tongue out to tickle and tantalize his lobe. 'I might get out of practice.'
'No chance of that.' He rolled over to cradle himself between her thighs. 'I intend to allow you plenty of time to… refine your skills.'
Jo Robertson
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