“They don’t hate it.They’re intimidated by it.”I lower my mouth to the hollow of her throat and spend more time there.
Her shoulders are another favorite.Compact strength, beautiful lines, and faint scars that tell stories she still hasn’t shared.I kiss those.All of them.A silent promise.
I move to her arm, lifting it and pressing my mouth to the inside of her wrist.More kisses to the tender bend of her elbow.When I find a sensitive spot, her fingers curl into my hair.
Grinning, I drag my teeth along the inside of her forearm.
“Jesus, Wolf.”She turns her head to watch me, lashes half-lowered.“You’re merciless.”
“Then call me by my first name.”
“What’s that?”
“Yours.”
Her eyes flutter shut on a shivery inhale.
My hands roam while my lips work, learning where she’s ticklish and where she arches.I follow the slope of her ribs with open-mouthed kisses, counting each rung with my lips and continuing downward.
Her stomach jumps beneath my tongue, and a small, involuntary giggle breaks free.
“Lie still.”I swat her thigh.
“Yes, sir.”
She bites down on a smile, compelling me to bite down on the soft dip above her navel.She shrieks with laughter and quickly reins herself in.
Her stomach goes on the favorites list.
I continue my circuit around the table, pulling out more chairs with my free hand while never losing contact with her skin.
My fingertips trace lazy paths over her hips, following the dramatic flare from her narrow waist.
“These.”I squeeze, digging my thumbs into the curves.“Obsession territory.”
“You’re obsessed with my hips?”
“And your thighs.Don’t get cocky.I’m not done.”
I kiss along the length of one leg, then the other, my mouth skimming around the blond patch of hair between her thighs.
Her heels slide on the table’s surface, her legs tensing and relaxing, as if she doesn’t know whether to close them or spread them.
“Open your legs.”I press my lips to the inside of her knee.
Another on the favorites list.Inner knees.
She whimpers as I pepper kisses along her thighs, deliberately stopping just shy of where I know she’s pulsing hot and frantic.
“You’re…” She swallows a quick sip of air.“You’re doing that on purpose.”
“Obviously.”
“You’re not so cute when you’re cruel.”
“Should I stop?Because I intend to be very, very cruel.”
With a gulp, she quickly shakes her head.
