“I’m not hungry.” Then his smiled deepened as he spoke the next words in a low, sexy voice. “Not for food. But I’ll gladly eat something else.”

A proper blush flooded my cheeks at Kenny’s naughty insinuation. Words slipped from my mouth before I even properly thought them.

“Yeah? What is it?”

Kenny’s eyes darkened, hunger gleaming in the gorgeous blue depths. He swung his legs off the side of the bed, facing me.

“I think you know exactly what I want to taste, princess. The real question is if you’ll let me.”

In all the years we’d known each other, and despite his suggestive comments since he came here, this was the first time Kenny had been so blatantly sexual toward me. And for him to call me princess, the nickname he gave me when I was younger, just made the whole thing naughtier.

I should say no but that would be a lie. I’d been coming to fantasies of Kenny ever since he got here. The thought of his face between my legs made between my legs tighten.

“Yes,” I said softly. “I’ll let you.”

He grasped both my wrists and pulled me to stand between his knees.

“Before I take a nice long lick of you, I want you to do something for me first,” he growled.

“What?”

“Kneel on the ground.”