Lizvetta, with your hot skin and hot blood.” He stretched her arms over her head, pinning her wrists there once more. “Let me see if I can’t stoke a fever in you.” With his free hand, he rolled one nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Do you like this?” “No!” She gasped out the word. “Liar. And what about this?” He pinched the other one. Her hips bucked. “No!”
