She froze at the tone of his voice, at the dark flicker deep in his eyes, and the little hairs along her arms stood up in warning. She was playing with fire now, but she desperately wanted to lose herself in his heat. “I know you do.”
It was his turn to laugh. “Oh, brat,” he drawled in a husky voice that rumbled through her and set her blood humming. “I want to do so much more than just kiss you.”
With a silent gasp, she stared disbelievingly at him in the blue-gray light, her pulse pounding in her ears with every racing heartbeat.
“I want to wrap your naked body in satin sheets and splay you across my bed, then lick every inch of you. I want to nibble your throat and breasts, stroke your thighs until you spread yourself open to me and beg to be taken.” The gleam in his eyes was predatory. “And it certainly wouldn’t be nice.”