I could barely breathe for the emotion clogging my chest at the sight of him, this disheveled fallen angel giving me carte blanche. I suppressed my first instinct of "suck my clit." I'd learned there were definite advantages to letting Rohan take his sweet time with all parts of my body. "Lick my thigh."

Rohan curled a hand around the back of my knee. Head tilted, he positioned himself between my legs, the soft strands of his hair tickling my inner thighs.

I giggled until, ...