Marie’s POV

His lips pressed against the most intimate part of me, and I cried out, my head falling back against the cupboard with a thud. My hands shot forward, one clutching the edge of the counter, the other tangling in his hair without me even realizing it.

He licked slowly at first, his tongue teasing me, exploring me, making my hips twitch and jerk. Then he found that sensitive spot—the little bundle of nerves—and his mouth wrapped around it, sucking gently.

A sharp, broken moan ...