“Would you rather I demonstrate?” “Are you suggesting I have sex with you?” “Absolutely not. Sex with you would be…” Every inch of my body tingles at the snapshot of him hovering above me, his heated gaze burning into me right as his mouth comes closer to mine— I shake my head, and he frowns. “No need to look so horrified by the idea.” “Nauseated is more like it.” His thumb traces over my racing pulse point. “Mentirosa2.” “Keep telling yourself that.”
