“Yeah?” Rose didn’t really need an answer and as Rolf’s lips caressed down her neck, her question turned into a low purr and her smile into a wicked grin of anticipation. No matter what Rolf’s intentions were, anything that involved his mouth on her skin was bound to be amazing.
She shivered slightly; his warm breath tickled against the sensitive skin of her breast. “I was!” Rose insisted with a chuckle, even as her body writhed to move with his kisses. Goosebumps appeared on her skin, but not because she was cold, and the flick of his tongue into her navel had her tense up with a laugh. “Tickles,” she claimed and looked down to meet Rolf’s warm smile with one of her own. She had seen that look before; on him, of course, but it also wasn’t all that different from the look of her cat about to start in on a fresh bowl of cream. Nodding, though it was barely more than a shift of her head, she agreed; yes, she was ready for this.