Chapter 62

• 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 blinked slowly at him. It was his turn to groan as he took the bowl from her hands, plunking it unceremoniously on the bench and dragging her body against his. She was so short that he had to practically bend double, but he did it anyway and captured her lips in a rough kiss. None of the softness and tentativeness from his previous kisses was evident as he devoured her hungrily. He’d been wound so tight while away from her that he couldn’t control himself. He wanted her, he needed her and the rest of the world be damned.