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“Ah…Well…” His tongue arched up, brushing my upper thigh before receding. “I’m not talking.”

“That’s right. You’re?—”

I froze.

Because his snake-like tongue vanished.

And Idid notlikethe sudden burbling of mischief in my chest.

Okay, no, I liked it. A lot. Too much.

“Alistair?”

He hummed.

“What are you—” A groan burst out of me when he dragged his tongue between my legs in light, quick strokes.

It was shocking, having a rough appendage caressing that delicate area.

Shocking howgoodit felt.

How quickly it left me aching. Wanting.

Alistair disappeared again.

My nails clawed into the rock as I instinctively bucked my hips, searching for him.

“That sound”—he dropped his voice to a gravelly octave that had me shivering—“waslovely.What others do you make?”

“I—ummmpffff!” I gasped when his tongue returned, tickling and teasing until I writhed.

And then he was gone.Again.

I whimpered.

He returned, slithering that tongue around my bum, tickling the lower part of my back, but leaving without touching that throbbing area between my legs.

I hefted myself more firmly against the rock.

Alistair twined that devilish organ around my midsection, beneath my blouse, and lavished at my belly button until I squiggled, laughing, andaching.

He left again.

I hissed.

He chuckled.

And, this time, it was the hard, craggy shape of his nose that touched me. It rubbed against my legs. My belly. My butt. Not in a way to amp me up, this was a reassuring touch.

I leaned into it.

He purred.

“Could you turn, Pippi?” His tongue touched my back in a soothing swipe. “Face away from the cliffs.”

I did. Because how could I not, when he asked in such a seductive drawl?

“Yes,”Alistair croaked. “Like that. Open your body more.”