He finished first and set his plate and fork into the sink.
"You always win." I gave him a playful pout.
"Time to collect my prize." He knelt in front of me and undid the topknot that held my towel in place. He let it slide down the backside of my body, and a rush of cool air tickled and prickled every inch of my skin. Goose bumps shot across my flesh in waves.
A crooked grin twisted his lips as he watched the effect. He leaned forward and kissed over my belly button.
"I love innies," he muttered into my flesh. "So sexy."
I clenched my toes against the tile and tried to cut another bite. I was part of the Sex and the City generation, and I'd heard of my share of fetishes. He could have this one. He was lucky I wasn't ticklish or else he would have worn the rest of the meal.
"You should get it pierced," he added between make-out sessions with my stomach.
Right. The first time he messed around down there, he left a hickey that lasted four days. He could probably suck the silver off a belly ring. I made a noncommittal grunt and kept eating. He added his teeth to the action, and I sucked in so suddenly I almost choked.
"North or south?" he asked, huskiness deepening his voice.
I coughed, then put the plate on the stovetop. "Surprise me." I wiggled both eyebrows at him.
In a flash he slobbered and teethed a trail straight down. He put a hand on each of my hips and lifted me like I was a china doll, not a grown woman. He set me down on the counter, and I leaned back on my elbows. His head disappeared between my legs, and suddenly his tongue and lips dueled one another against the flesh I'd just shaved smooth for him.
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