“Have you let anyone touch you?” His voice is deep – a threat. I shake my head. “Kiss you?” I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, and his eyes drop to my mouth. “There was this one guy,” I say, breathless as he leans down to my throat again. “On the dance floor.” “Yeah?” he says against my heated skin, peppering my pulse with soft kisses. I gasp as he nips the skin below my ear. “Yeah. He was a terrible kisser though.”
