Bridget let out a gasp and a giggle at his breath on her stomach. It tickled. But once his mouth moved lower, she stopped laughing.
Her hands wove their way into his hair-- thats what she was supposed to do, right? Well, it seemed like the thing to do, so she did. She even pulled on it a bit.
"Merlin..." she mumbled, as a few shocks were sent shooting up her spine.