Naked Pages
“Missed these already.”
I shivered under his stare. “Devon—breakfast—”
“This is breakfast.”
He popped the cap of the honey and let the golden liquid drip—right onto my chest.
“Shit,” I hissed as it slid between my breasts, warm and sticky.
“Don’t move,” he said, voice low.
He leaned in, tongue darting out, licking a slow stripe up my chest. I gasped, hand flying to his hair.
“Oh my god—”
His mouth latched onto one nipple, licking the honey off like it was whipped cream. I cried out, back arching into his mouth.