‘Idly wondering how Jacob would be at eating me out has led to some serious distraction, because it seems the first thought that leaps to my mind now is his face buried between my thighs, my legs over his shoulders and my hands tugging his hair, as he gets down to some serious pearl-diving, and then seeing his smug smirk after he’s driven me to yet another in a series of noisy, wet orgasms. Evie would have to move in with Henry in order to get any sleep… ;)’