“I haven’t been waxed or –”
“Good,” he spoke hotly against the cotton of her panties, his breath searing the dampness there. “I love knowing you have had no man in your life you felt the need to prepare for.” He pushed the material away and before she could formulate any other argument, his tongue made a long sweep, taking the moisture beading from her body into his mouth. His groan rumbled against her flesh, and anyone would have thought a dying man had been giving a last meal with the way he began to relish the offering in front of him.
He paused only to tug her panties down her legs and toss them across the room before burying his face again between her thighs, his thumb and forefinger pulling apart her flesh allowing him to penetrate her deeply with his tongue.
Briar wondered if a w
