He reached up and traced her lower lip with his thumb, then angled down to dart his tongue over the plump flesh. "Been in the punch again. Just like last year. Some kitties never change."
"Guess not." Watching him, she lifted the glass and sipped, deliberately letting a little splash her chin. "Oops."
His chest puffed out. "You're a tease."
"Oh no, I'm not. I deliver everything that I'm offering." She whisked her knuckles over her damp skin and held up her hand, unsurprised when he seized her wrist and licked from the web of her thumb and forefinger to the tip of her nail. Then he started to suck her finger, his gaze never leaving hers as a vicious throb erupted in her core.
She gasped and glanced around, certain everyone would be watching them, but no one seemed to notice as Patrick made her into a feast. They kept dancing and talking, happily oblivious to Nikki's inner explosions a few feet away.
Not that she'd exploded yet. But if he kept swallowing her finger like that...
He leaned closer and brushed his lips over her temple. He was so tall and big, his hulking body turning her on even more when she could only imagine the ripped planes and contours of it beneath his disguise. "I got you all wet." He curled her fingers into his large hand, squeezing them. "Sorry about that."
She set her empty punch glass on a nearby table and then stepped back into the circle of his arms, drawing her tail up between them. She flicked the black pom-pom on the end over his stomach and met his eyes. "Not nearly wet enough. What are you going to do about that?"