I see the moment an idea pops into his head, before he slowly drags his fingers across my skin, his eyes following the same path. I resist the urge to swallow when he moves over the ridge of my collarbone and stops at the base of my neck, but I can’t stop the shiver that takes over me. Thankfully, Dylan’s unwavering in his mission to figure out my weak spot, so he doesn’t notice the effect he’s having on me. Either that or he’s equally affected. This is no longer funny.
