Eleanor's POV
My core grew hotter with every slow, deliberate lick. The way Kayden's eyes burned into mine as he cleaned the paint from his lips. A preview. That intense focus, the flick of his tongue… it told me exactly how he wanted to taste me, everywhere.
A frantic, hopeful thought shot through my haze of desire: I hope this room is soundproof.
He dipped the brush again, this time painting a slow, swirling line down my arm. His eyes never left mine as he brought his mouth to my skin, licking the paint away with a gentleness that felt reverent, as if he was savoring a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. When he was done, he leaned back, his voice a low, rough murmur. "Your turn."
I was so shaken, so thoroughly aroused, that my fingers trembled as I picked up my brush. I managed to draw a shaky line across his impossibly sexy chest. Should I do more?
