"I'll bet you taste like peaches too," he murmured thickly against her ear. From the dizzying heights  of her arousal, Rowan wasn't sure she heard right. "W-what?" she whispered through the daze. He slipped a hand between them, and brushed her engorged lips with a gentle thumb. "Here, Do you taste like peaches here, Rowan?" Her soft moan echoed in the hollow of his throat. "Will you let me taste you, Muneca? Will you?" Her barely audible reply rang deafeningly in Michael's ears. "Yes."