PLAY WITH ME
He slid his hands over her hips, her slender waist, up her rib cage and higher.
Her breath caught as he stroked those beautiful, dainty breasts and plucked the stiff tips. Her feminine muscles tightened around him, and he groaned and laughed at the same time, perilously close to climax.
He felt Chloe's fingers on his face, her touch soft and delicate as she traced his features. She stroked his eyelids and brushed her fingertips over his lashes. Her fingers moved down his nose and across his cheek, where they discovered his dimple.
“You’re smiling,” she said.