“Did you seriously just laugh at me?”
I didn’t know if I should be amused or offended by the fact that Gemma had giggled in my face just seconds before I was going to taste her.
No, it wasn’t a giggle. It was a full belly laugh. The kind that would have shot water all over my face if she’d had any handy.
She recovered quickly and shook her head. “I’m sorry,” she said, still grinning. “It’s just a long, silly story. For another time. Not now. Definitely not now.”
I lifted a brow, curious despite my arousal. “Yes, now.” I moved my thumb, pressing it directly on her clit. “Tell me why you laughed. I really want to know.”
She arched into the touch, her lower lip slipping into her mouth. “Later,” she moaned as I moved my thumb in a circle.
I nipped the inside of her thigh with my teeth and she gasped, giving me her full attention. “Why did you laugh? Tell me, and I’ll give you a reward.”