Chapter Sixteen

My blood sizzles and my heart races.

He tenderly taps the strip against my clit, in rapid succession.

“Oh, fuck,” I murmur on a sliver of a breath.

The mere notion of what he’s doing to me heightens my arousal; but it’s the sharp tingle along such a sensitive erogenous zone that is the true aphrodisiac.

“You like that,” he muses, desire fringing his voice.

I can barely breathe, let alone respond.

Fortunately, I don’t have to speak. He can see in my eyes that this is doing all kinds of amazingly fantastic things to my body.

His tapping sets every one of those eight thousand nerve endings between my legs ablaze.

When he adds a slightly harsher flick of his wrist, I cry out from the elation that shoots through me.

“Like that,” I insist in a rasping tone. “Just like that. Do it again.”

His brow jerks upward.

Jesus, even his admonishment of my slip from submissive drives me wild.

He is so sinfully delicious and I really want to crawl all over him. Dig my nails in and glide them from the sw