He kissed my throat and ran his hand into the waistband of my shorts, cupping my ass. “Keep talking that science stuff to me.” I sighed. “It’s a poison dart frog. One touch would make you violently ill, and depending on what the frog has been eating lately—usually toxic insects—could potentially kill you.” “You’d save me.” He kissed to my mouth. “Again.” I laughed against his lips. “If I recall correctly, you’re the one who saved me.” “You recall wrong.”
