Robert kissed her temple, whispered praises against her skin.
I licked her through every last aftershock, not stopping until her thighs twitched from oversensitivity and she whimpered against Robert’s lips.
I finally pulled back, breathing hard, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
She looked wrecked.
Glorious.
Sacred.
And I’d never wanted anything more than I wanted to bury myself inside her right then.
But I didn’t move. Not yet.
Instead, I leaned forward, kissed her trembling thigh, and then let my eyes find hers again.
“You okay, sweetheart?” I asked.
She nodded, still dazed, chest heaving, lips swollen.
“Yeah,” she breathed. “More than okay.”
She was still catching her breath when Robert looked at me.
That calm, dominant gaze of his said it all.
He was asking—but al
