“Am I doing something wrong?” Her question held more challenge than concern, as if she dared him to answer in the affirmative. Ballard managed a thin laugh. “No, my beauty. What you’re doing goes beyond right. Too right.” He ran trembling fingers over her hot cheek. “If you don’t stop soon, you’ll be catching the mettle in your mouth.” The wry look she leveled on him suggested he was a trifle lack-witted. “Foolish creature,” she admonished and lowered her head to nip at the inside of his thigh. He jumped. “That’s the best part.”
