He licked the last of the sticky off his lips and poked his tongue out at her. Maybe he could've fought his hands free, but diving headfirst into her cleavage to lick the syrup off her skin with a few swipes of his tongue seemed a better use of his time. And then of course, burrowing under her robe to mouth his way to her nipple and suck on that too. No, she wasn't holding his wrists very hard, and it would be so easy for them to melt together in the early afternoon sun.