My forefinger brushed the back of her knee, and she sucked in a breath. “Sorry. Ticklish.” Her color had really returned now. Heat rushed through me at her reactive sensitivity. I longed to run my hand farther up her thigh and see what happened. I growled at myself to focus. The gash on her knee was dirty but shallow. It was still bleeding slightly as her body warmed. “Did you just growl?” “I don’t like that you’re hurt,” I said smoothly.
