“We can do this the easy way”—he slides the hair off my shoulder, his lips skimming my skin—“or the fun way.” He doesn’t know just how effective he’s being at the moment. Nothing gets my siren stirring quite like fear and arousal, and I’m feeling a bit of both at the moment. “I could undress you slowly and lay you out on the grass,” he breathes. “I’d spread your legs apart and give you the most sacred of kisses.”
