He glanced up at her but she had tucked her bottom lip into her mouth and shook her head to indicate he wouldn’t get to hear it as easily as that. He snorted a soft laugh and turned his wrist so his thumb could stroke the faint ridge of bone and then ran it diagonally across her chest, curling his fingers lightly around the outer swell of her breast but not quite touching it. She shifted under him but he had anticipated that she would — needy little thing — so pulled his hand just out of reach before she could make proper contact. She groaned softly at the tease and he flicked his eyes back up to hers as he slowly brought his hand back, fingers almost touching again. 