“I’m not going to buy that as an excuse forever,” she warned lightly. She waggled her eyebrows in vague pretend confusion at his tone of voice. “What are you planning?”
“Until I hit twenty though, that seems fair, right?” He grinned and bit down gently on her shoulders, fingers ghosting across the insides of her thighs. “Well, I might just wash you, or I might…linger…?”
“You don’t think you’ve taken me apart enough times today?” But even as she was offering half-hearted almost protests, her body was relaxing into him, yearning toward his hands.