CHAPTER ELEVEN

She was either cold, or terrified—or both. Her sweet Dave . She felt how he ran his fingers over her breast, tracing the curves of it with his fingers, her gaze on his face so she could watch each expression as it moved over her. Her eyes grew hazy as he touched her, her expression softening, and his fingers slid along the underside of her breast, she gave an all-over body shiver.

“Ticklish?” he asked.

“A little,” she admitted, and her voice was so damn shy. How had she waited for so long? It was unfathomable.He was delicious—open and eager and gorgeous and all fucking her, A possessive surge shot through him, and he resisted the urge to crush her entire body against his again. She liked him touching her breasts—he’d keep doing it. She couldn’t wait to see how he will react when he put his mouth on one of those tiny, hard nipples.

“Want me to stop?”

“No.” Her voice was breathless. “I really want you to keep going.”

“Man, I love it when you fucking say that.” His thumb brushed over