Chapter 83

“You’re getting shaving cream in your mouth again.”

“I could get used to the taste.” He turned me around and petted my hip.

“I can’t imagine why.”

“Want me to tell you?”

“I wish you would.” I shivered as he ran his fingers from my hip, up past my ribs, and pinched a nipple. I’d always had sensitive nipples—something he’d discovered early in our relationship, and which he tended to take advantage of.

“Because under it, I can taste you.”

“Mark!” I groaned and shivered again. I’d just climaxed. How could he make me hard—harder—with just a few words?

“Are you done?”

I nodded dumbly—although frankly I didn’t care—turned, and picked up the washcloth. The water was still running and if I didn’t get myself together, it would grow cool. I soaked and wrung out the washcloth, but all I could do was stand there with it in my hand.