She smiled, that rare genuine smile that transformed her entire face, and then she was moving down my body again with clear intent. Her lips traced a path across my chest, my stomach, lower, and when she looked up at me through her lashes her expression was pure mischief.
"If I only have one night, I should probably make the most of it."
"That seems like a waste of good sleeping time."
"You can sleep when you're dead."
Her mouth closed around me before I could respond, and whatever clever comeback I'd been formulating dissolved into static. Sabrina was thorough. Patient in a way that bordered on torture, building sensation in waves until I was gripping the sheets hard enough to tear them.
She pulled back right before I tipped over the edge, crawling up my body with a smug expression that should have been illegal.
"Not yet."
"You're evil."
"I've been called worse."
