TAKE ME THERE, DADDY (Tangled In Temptation Collection)
Then he snaps his fingers, which is trailed by dimming light, until there’s nothing but darkness.
“I want you to use your senses now—feel, listen, and smell,” he whispers, his breath fanning my face.
Sitting up, those words leave me in anticipation of his next action, my breathing heard over the muffled music coming from the lobby.
I know he’s retreating when the intensity of his scent reduces and the spot that once sank in the bed rises.
I can hear him moving, but I can’t tell what he’s doing.
Even as he starts shifting from one spot to the other, I still can’t decipher what he wants to do… until one of his hands tangles in my hair from behind and tilts my back.