Duncan made sure that I was clean and dry before he laid me on the bed. I was physically and emotionally exhausted. I mean who would not be tired after being eaten and be bought into a climax several times? Then the emotional part.
I watched as he slid on the other side of the bed, half-naked, with a smile on his lips. He pulled me into his embrace and kissed my forehead.
"Why do you keep kissing my forehead?" I couldn't help but ask. "You have been constantly doing it even before we became intimate. So, why?"
"Does it bother you?"
I narrowed my eyes at him. He was answering a question with a question something that he knew would irritate me. Which he knew because he was grinning down on me. I pouted and Duncan captured my lips.