He didn't answer. He couldn't. His mouth had gone dry, his cock throbbed against her. She shifted higher, slow and controlled, and moved up his body until her knees bracketed his shoulders. One hand slipped between her thighs, fingers parting her lips, and the light caught the shine of her wetness in a way that made his breath hitch. She was soaked. Not a little. Drenched -- with arousal, with heat, with memory.

"Eat me," she said. Soft voice. Hard command. "Now."

He obeyed. He leaned in, his mouth finding her without hesitation, tongue sliding deep between her folds as he groaned into the taste of her -- sweet and...