His mouth slanted over mine and he kissed me sweetly, almost lazily. His tongue danced between the seam of my lips, teasing them open and then slipping inside playfully, darting around and tangling with my own. I enjoyed the incongruity of the words he'd said and the kiss he gave. Always keeping my guessing. He pulled back enough to help me slip my bra off and then cupped my breasts in his hands, his thumbs sliding over the pebbled peaks. I sighed at the sensation of his rough, thick digits on my heaving soft skin. "Every second of every day when I'm not touching you is wasted time, Carly," he murmured as his mouth descended to my chest. "Torturous wasted time." His tongue glided over my flesh, tracing everywhere. Circling tighter, he laved the tips, chuckling at my sharp intake of breath. I wanted to touch him too, but every flick sent me deeper into lazy heat, like sliding into a warm bath.
