His eyes dropped to her finger and then back to her eyes, which were dark, the pupils dilated to their limit. Slowly he lowered his head to her finger and opened his mouth over the tip. His lips closed around the first knuckle and he watched as her eyelids fluttered and shut. He sucked on her finger, tasting the cookie dough and the salty taste of her skin, and then heard her moan as he dragged his lips up and off her finger, swirling his tongue around the tip before lifting his head.

     “Look at me Becky,” he said, his voice deep and rough.

     She opened her eyes languidly and...