The sudden shift, the edge toward desire, toward passion, made Kavinsky sneak out a laugh. He kissed below Poison's ear, letting out a hungry sort of sigh.
"Give me a second," he murmured. His kiss sank down Poison's neck. "You'll have to sit up, love. How do you want me tonight?"
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"Give me a second," he murmured. His kiss sank down Poison's neck. "You'll have to sit up, love. How do you want me tonight?"