Been keeping your appetite in check these past few months, have you?” On his elbow, his other hand draped lightly across her torso, below her bandage, he looked down at her. “What do you mean?” “I mean you’ve been—how do they put it—getting some? Been taking plenty of trips into town to take the edge off, I guess?” He showed no reaction. Then he said, “Would that matter?” “Of course not. I’m just remarking.” He dropped down to kiss her, running his tongue along her lower lip, and she shivered with it. “Not desperate enough for you, Andrea? Is that what turned you on with me that first time? Do you like a man only when he’s on his knees, dying for you?” “I don’t recall you on your knees, Evan.” “No? Let’s try it, then.” He slid down the bed and came up on his knees between her legs, pulling the cradle of her pussy toward him. “Oh, literally, you mean,” she breathed, trying to stay flippant, which was rather difficult when he was carefully opening the lips of her cunt with his thumbs and bringing her clit up to his mouth, tasting her.
