Chest to chest, he gazed down at her fluttering lashes. “Zanica?”
“Nica. Call me Nica,” she whispered.
Leaning in close, he murmured, “Tell me who taught you such good wing control. Nica.”
A slight whimper escaped her parted lips. He nipped the bottom one then licked over the damp flesh before easing back. She couldn’t hide the effect he had on her. Her pupils were wide and her nostrils flared as she took in his scent.
Wanting to keep her off balance, he slid one leg between hers and pressed up. She jolted, her hands coming up to grab his shoulders to retain her footing. He cupped her hip with one hand and nuzzled the swirl of hair at her temple then breathed out, “Don’t you want to tell me, Nica?”