My throat tightens. I part my lips to answer, but no words come out.

What am I even supposed to say? That I'm a nymphomaniac? That I've had a weird crush on a man who's supposed to belong to God? That it's a kink?

Thankfully, he doesn't wait for a reply.

He stands up and steps toward me, his expression hardening. “Why do you taste so good that I’m already craving a second round?”

The corner of my mouth lifts into a smirk. "You are?"

He reaches out, cupping my face in his hands, and presses a gentle, conflicting kiss against my forehead.

“Get down,” he says, but it lands...