She wiggled her hips to draw him deeper inside, falling in love with the way his eyes closed and mouth opened slightly, head lolling back so his neck was exposed to any love-bites she might decide to torture him with. But not yet. “You know why I like you?” she asked and received a deliciously satisfactory far away uh-huh in reply. “You like looking at my sandals whenever you can, thinking you’re being sly about it.” He opened his eyes half-way and tossed her that irresistible grin of his. That would earn him a bite, she decided, just so he knew who was in charge.
© Michael Raven