Reaching down, he takes my hand and lifts it to his face. Then slowly, without taking his eyes off mine, his nose glides up and down my index finger. He inhales deeply. I swallow as goosebumps spring up over every inch of my body. Then, with horror, I realize—Oh no. No. That’s the hand I― I gasp, jerking back, but his grip tightens, his smile morphing into something wicked. “Mmm,” he growls. “Yes. Yes, you did.”
