“Does that turn you on, sweetheart? Does that make you wet?” Hearing any guy say that, hovering over your nipple with his hands on your body, would make a girl feel faint. But Dash? God, hearing him say it with his accent, and that rough, possessive edge in his voice? It’s cripplingly sexy. “Wasn’t rhetorical, love,” he growls. “Tell me.” He works fast, taking care of the buttons I forgot about a second ago. “Are you wet for me? If I slide my fingers between your legs right now, what am I gonna find?” “I—I don’t know.”
