Her laugh hits me square in the chest.
Bright.
Unfiltered.
God.
I don’t think I’ve ever heard a sound I liked more.
“This changes everything.” crawl over her slowly, hands sliding up her legs, over her thighs, her hips. “Where is Shay ticklish?”
“Nowhere.” She grasps my shoulders. “Get up here and kiss me.”
I smirk at her as I lower my mouth to her stomach.
She twitches.
I do it again, brushing my lips just under her ribs.
She squirms.
“Ticklish spot number one. Note.”
“Not ticklish.”
I kiss her again, and she wriggles.
“Okay. Maybe a little ticklish.”
My chin skims the flesh of her torso. “I wonder where the next spot is.”
“Don’t you dare,” she warns, but she’s giggling.
“Oh, this is happening,” I murmur against her skin.
“Cash—!”
I kiss along her side, and she bursts into giggles, trying to shove my shoulders away.
I’m laughing now, too, which makes it damn near impossible to keep my mouth where I want it.
“Hold still,” I say.
“You’re tickling me!”
“I’m kissing you.”
“It’s both!”
Every time my fingers brush too lightly, she jerks.
God, she’s sensitive everywhere.
“This is valuable information,” I mutter.
Her eyes widen. “Don’t you dare weaponize this against me.”
I duck my head and press a kiss just under her ribs again.
