My hips ground more overtly and Frankie dropped his face into the juncture of my shoulder, groaning. “I’ve been strung out all day thinking about this,” he confessed. “You’re a devious little thing, leaving me throbbing like that last night.” “I don’t break my promises.” Frankie ran his hand up my arm softly and then threaded his fingers around the base of my neck like a collar. My heart boomed rapidly against the heat of his palm. “Promise me something, then?”
