That sweet yelp and gifted compliance makes him smile against her skin. Three more bites follow, from just above her knee to her midthigh. All are hard with the promise of deep coloring.

Sweeney draws his tongue in a line up them, then higher still. But before he runs out of leg, he abandons her skin and eases his fingers, allowing her full range of motion without removing his hand from her hair.

He rises above her, but doesn't hurry back in her, just taking a moment to smile down at her wickedly and lick his lips.

"Somethin' like that."