CHLOE's POV
I tried to get Easton to stop what he was doing by pulling harder on his hair, but his lips were like a leech that was stuck to the side of my neck. His tongue was so hot and so wet that it ran wonderfully on the sensitive part of my neck, which brought on an instantaneous aching, throbbing desire of pleasure in the center of my femininity, begging to be filled.
‘‘Easton... please, not here...’’ I groaned, and that caused him to pause and glance at me with eyes that seemed to be lost in thought.
‘‘Does that mean we can continue where we left off later?’’ he asked, his eyes got darker as they stared over my face, and he cupped my cheeks with his palms in a gentle manner.
‘‘No…’’ I gave a slight shake of my head and then immediately regretted it when I noticed how he appeared to be acting like a little boy who was being punished by not being allowed to have another piece of candy.