" So wet,” he murmured.
The words shocked her. She wanted to hear more.
He stilled, resting his temple against hers. His breath stirred her hair as he traced her intimate flesh in slow, tantalizing strokes.
“For me?” he whispered. The vulnerable rasp in his voice undid her.
She kissed his jaw. “For you. Only you. "
― Tessa Dare , A Lady by Midnight (Spindle Cove, #3)