“Yes.” He crooked a finger at me. “But now I want to kiss your ass.”

“Stop it.” I giggled through my nerves.

“Come here. I’m not going to chase you this time.”

Gathering up my bravery like collecting the contents of a spilled purse in the grocery store aisle, I turned and bent over, resting my hands on my knees. If he wanted to kiss my backside, then I would let him. No big deal. Nothing to be nervous about.

“Oh, Reese …” He drew out my name while kneeling behind me.

I wasn’t sure why he needed to kneel behind me.

Bend down and kiss it. Whatever. Just do it and be done.

But my thoughts were simpler than his.

“You’re a walking wet dream.”

“What are you doing!” I jumped.

“Kissing your ass,” he said in his calm voice while curling his fingers into the waistband of my jogging shorts and slowly pulling them down to expose my bare backside.

I grabbed one of his arms to stop him.

“I’m not kissing your shorts.”

Fisher ignored my hand gripping his forearm as he exposed one side of my butt. With my other hand, I gripped the front of my waistband and held on for life so he couldn’t completely remove my shorts and panties.

He kissed my bare butt slowly at first. Then, he kissed it harder with a lot more suction.

“Fisher …” I squeezed my glutes. “You’re going to leave a mark.”

“Mmm …” He licked the spot that he kissed so hard. “No mark.”

As I started to relax, he gave a quick tug and pulled down the other side, totally exposing my entire backside. And before I could protest, he kissed that side and …

“Ouch!”

He. Bit. Me.

He bit my ass, and I knew there was no way it wasn’t going to leave a mark, his freaking dental records on my ass!

Lapping his tongue over the area several times, he chuckled. “Now I’ve left a mark.”

It wasn’t funny.

Then he kissed it.

“Why did you do that?” I said, a little breathless and completely stunned.

“Because…” his hands pressed to the front of my thighs as he kissed my backside everywhere “…I wanted to.”

Beneath the shock, I felt turned on. It felt good. And that confused me. Sex was black and white for me. This was murky and confusing. It wasn’t sex, but it was sexual. It was intimate. And I knew it would have to stop soon because Rory was coming home.

My hands relaxed and the front of my shorts and panties immediately dropped a couple of inches from the tension at the back. Fisher stilled his motions when he realized what I did. I don’t know why I did it or what I expected to happen next. I just … I liked him touching me even when it felt a little wrong.