“Can I bite you here, too?”

“She blew out a breath between gritted teeth. “Sometimes I really want to”—a frustrated sound—“bite you!” He froze. “I might let you.” “I won’t do it if you’d enjoy it.”

“Now a small woman, with dangerous curves. I could bite into her.”

“Tell her we don’t bite.” “I don’t lie to my friends.”

“I’d kiss you over and over because I love the taste of you, but I’d have to play with those pretty, pretty breasts. I’d suck and lick and maybe even bite a little. You don’t mind teeth, do you, Grace?”

“Don’t run from me, sweetheart, he thought as he took the final steps to her. I only bite a little.”

“I’ve had reports of this one being in the city, but no close-up pictures till now. He’s some kind of pretty. I could just take a bite out of that firm—”