“You didn't reply to my message,” he said, and a smile pulled at my mouth. “Is that your new catchphrase?” I asked airily, placing the can down. He was behind me in a flash, one hand on my throat and one on my stomach as he jerked me back into his chest. His teeth grazed my ear and my whole body convulsed with pleasure. “You're supposed to fight back,” he growled. “I will if you try to bite me, but that's not what you want.” I turned in his arms, gazing up at him under my lashes as my heart fell into a rampant beat. “Is it?”
