Somewhere in the back of my mind, alarm bells are ringing. But I don’t pay them any attention. I can’t. Not when she’s bare and wet beneath me like this.
“Let’s play a game,” I whisper, kissing my way up her thigh. “Let’s see how long you can stay mad at me while you’re screaming my name.”
On instinct almost, her legs shift open. I manage to flick my thumbs under the thin material of her panties before she snaps them closed.
“What a coincidence,” I growl, looping my arms beneath her back and lifting her against my chest. “Me, too.”
She laughs, but it’s strangled, hesitant. “I think I’m just… out of it this morning. I’ll shower and then—”
I circle my mouth around her breast, wetting the thin material of her shirt until it clings to her pebbled skin. She moans, arching into me even as
