Tye's thumb was still on my lip, smearing the warmth of him across my mouth. I licked it clean, tasting salt and him. His eyes grew dark, and his pupils dilated again. He drew me up by my wrists and pressed his mouth against mine.
The kiss was slow this time, his tongue sliding against mine in long, lazy strokes that made my toes curl all over again.
Every time I tried to speed it up, he pulled back just enough to bite my bottom lip, like a gentle warning, then soothed the sting with another deep kiss until I was melting.
His hand cupped my jaw, thumb stroking my cheek where he'd marked me earlier. The other slid down my throat, over my collarbone, tracing the sticky trails across my breasts.
When his fingers circled one nipple that was still tender and swollen, I gasped into his mouth. He rolled it slowly, tugging just enough to make sparks shoot straight between my legs.
"Sensitive," I whispered.
