To my surprise, he pulled from my arms and scooted down the bed. “What are you doing?” I asked.

“This,” he said.

He smoothly pushed my legs apart, and I felt him shower my inner thighs with light, delicate kisses. Up and up his warm mouth moved until he made contact with my clit. I gasped softly at the fire that coursed through me from that light flick of the tongue. It was so light . . . yet so powerful. I’d been so intoxicated with the simple fact that we could touch that I hadn’t been consciously aware of just how aroused I had grown. I ached and was wet and nearly melted at his touch.

He lifted his mouth up slightly. “Do you know how long I’ve dreamed about this? To be able to touch you? To taste you?”

I had little chance to ponder his rhetorical question because his lips returned to me, sucking and licking, somehow infinitely gentle and blazingly hot at the same time. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the pleasure of it, of Seth bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. As my muscles tightened and my cries grew more frequent, he intensified his movements, his tongue dancing and teasing harder and more rapidly.

I wanted to hold off, to prolong this as I did his books, but I couldn’t help it. My climax hit me hard and fast, and I moaned long and low as I came. All the while, Seth kept his mouth down there, refusing to let up as my body arched and trembled from the sparks of ecstasy that flowed through me. When my body finally quieted, he lifted himself up again and returned to my side, showering my chest with more of those tiny kisses.

I brought my face to his, trading in the little kisses for one big one. His mouth tasted like me, and I opened my lips farther and farther as our tongues stroked each other. I might have come already, but I still burned between my legs and still needed him. I pressed myself against him, wrapping my legs around him so that there was almost no space between our hips.

“Georgina . . .” he said warningly.