“Is that what you really want?” she murmured.
“What I had in mind wouldn’t approach a ravishing.” He moved lower, and even through the material of her T-shirt, she could feel the heat from his mouth. He lipped the curve of her breast until he found the point of her nipple. Jesse closed his teeth around the tip lightly, sending a ripple of electricity from her throat to her thighs. “I was thinking something softer than that.”
“Teeth are not soft.” Emma cried out when he nipped again, this time arching slightly away from the mattress. Jesse’s firm grip on her wrist kept her from rising too far. “And anything that turns my bones to jelly counts as a ravishing. That’s my theory, and I’m sticking with it.”