“Mine?” Karina is mouthy. I like it. I want to cover her lips with mine, but I refrain. “Your face looks sunburned. Did I stoke a fire?”
“It’s anger.”
I lean in and brush my lips across her cheek. “If you say so, Micetta,” I whisper, brushing her hair behind her ear.
She shivers from my touch. “You didn’t feel that.”
Grinning, I kiss a soft path along her ear to her jaw, leading to her mouth. But I don’t give in to temptation. I drag the moment out. I want her to lean in. I want Karina to take control and kiss me. I can feel her desire, the pull of electricity between us. I’m teasing her, but I want her to be the one to feel she has the power.
“Feel what?” I mumble between kisses.
She groans and throws her hand up to her forehead.
“Feverish?” I tease.
She falls back onto the mattress. “Something like that,” she rasps. Karina is already gasping for air.
The rise and fall of her chest, watching her out of breath because of a few kisses, is highly arousing.
She wants me.