Jake groans. “That’s what you’re thinking about right now? I must be doing this wrong.” Through the thin fabric of my sleep shirt, his mouth grazes my nipple again, a loose-lipped draw over the pebbled rise and his tongue lapping along the tight tip with lazy strokes. “Let me try something else. I wanted to be gentle this morning, but you seem to like it when things are a little intense. Maybe this will keep you focused.” My sleep shirt is removed from my body and he throws it across the room, where it lands in a heap near the doorway. With my breasts bared, he takes one in each hand and squeezes until my nipples, trapped between his thick fingers, harden even more under the pressure. When it turns just shy of painful, I grit my teeth and give a strange-sounding yelp. His fingers loosen just enough until he can dip his head and lay a kiss to the tip of each. I want to beg for a bit more. His teeth. Maybe a hard little flick with ends of his fingers.
