"Really? Now where...is the fun...in that?" he asked between kisses.

"Good." He turned his cheek to the side, brushing it against her stomach. As he slowly turned his head, he kissed along the cusp of her hipbone, back center, flirting just above the line of soft hair. His breath was warm, coming swift and shallow.

"I really...want..." The words faltered, cheeks blazing. It was beyond bold, what he wanted to say. At the same time, it wasn't the sort of thing just to spring on someone unawares. He took a deep breath, his hold of her tightening. "To ta...to taste you." His forehead pressed against her, and he realized he was holding his breath.