Allissa

“You kept count.”

“I count every hour I’m not buried in you.” He caught my hand before it could close around him and dragged my knuckles to his lips, breathing ragged. “Not yet. I have plans, and they begin with my mouth and your thighs around my head.”

Heat flooded between my legs at the promise alone. He felt it, of course he did, his nostrils flaring as my arousal hit the air, and the growl that rolled out of him was pure animal.

“Gods,” he rasped. “I can smell ...