Amelia's nostrils flared and her eyes widened when his thumb brushed across her lips. It felt as though an electric shock had resonated in the place he'd touched, one that ran directly through her body and caused her breath to catch in her throat.
If asked, Amelia couldn't say why she did what she did next. Perhaps she was relying on female intuition, or perhaps she just opted to do something spontaneous rather than pre-planned as most things in her life tended to be. Whatever the reason, before Scorpius could pull his hand away, she was grasping his thumb gently and her lips were parting. Eyes locked with his, her small, pink tongue darted out and licked the ice cream away from his thumb.
Then, as though being propelled by something else entirely, she slowly and sensually sucked the digit gently into her mouth and sucked, releasing it with a soft, wet pop.