GINGER:

Hu's mouth lingers at the inside of my thigh, his tongue moving in slow strokes that makes my skin quiver. Every kiss he places there is maddening, and he savors me, worshiping every inch of my skin like he had promised. His hands grip my thighs, spreading me wider, and the cold air hits my core, intensifying the heat in between.

He breathes in deeply, his nose grazing my folds, and I shut my eyes, biting my lower lip to muffle my moans. I wait for a moment, but I feel nothing. This ...