How could my throat be such a sensitive spot of my body? How could it fill me with so much forbidden desire? He pulled back but didn’t straighten immediately, his face still close to my throat as he exhaled. When he finally stood, his dark eyes sent a new ripple through my body. His fingertips brushed over my tender throat, and my lips parted in a small exhale. Our eyes locked and one corner of his mouth lifted. “Did you like that?” “Of course not,” I snapped. “I thought you were a good liar.”
