I gasped. “I did not.”
“Swear to God you did.”
“Is that why you’re telling me all of this?” I asked, scared of what his answer might be.
“Hell, no.” He frowned. “Do you really think I’d do that?”
“No idea,” I admitted. “I try not to trust my gut because I’m usually wrong.”
“Well, just so we’re clear, I wouldn’t. I will always tell you the truth and if I can’t tell you something, I’ll say so.”
“Deal.” I smiled. “Are we done talking now?”
“Would you rather do something else?” he asked.
I bit my lip and nodded.
He grinned, sliding his hand between my legs. “Like?”
I arched my hips and sighed. He pulled his hand away. “Huh-uh. You have to say it, Dani.”
My face flamed. “Touch me.”
He touched my thigh. “Here?”
“No,” I rasped.
He moved his hand to my hip. “Here?”
I shook my head.
“Where, baby?”
“There.”
He chuckled. “Not good enough. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“I want... um... your mouth.”
“You want my mouth?”
I nodded and squeezed my eyes shut.
“Eyes, Dani.”
I looked at him again and my heart raced.
“Where do you want my mouth?” he asked.
“Down... there.”
He smiled, moving his hand to my stomach. “You want my mouth here?”
“Lower,” I whispered.
“All you have to do is say it and I’ll give you whatever you want.”
“I want your mouth on my... pu... um... pussy.”
