Mike abruptly shifted his focus, sliding down from her breasts to position his face beside her head. He pressed his lips against the sensitive shell of her ear, his hot breath sending shivers cascading down her spine. His tongue flicked against her earlobe in slow, deliberate strokes before he spoke, his voice a low, predatory rumble that vibrated directly into her skull.
"Tell me the truth, Maya," he whispered, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "Is what I'm doing right now making you forget all about Marc?"
"Is his face fading away while all you can think about is how fucking good your nipples feel under my mouth?"
Maya's brain felt like it was being short-circuited. The combination of the wet heat on her ear and the lingering ache in her breasts left her in a state of sensory overload.
'My mind... it's gone,' she thought desperately, her thoughts swimming in a thick, golden haze of dopamine and adrenaline. 'I can't think straight...'
'Everything is just... heat and noise...'
