“Sorry to keep you waiting, sweetness,” a deep voice said behind her, as a man’s large hand clamped down on her bare shoulder, interrupting her thoughts.
The gruff sensuality of the voice, the maleness of the roughened hand against her flesh, sent a tiny lick of pleasure racing through her. The surprise of the masculine touch sparked immediate shimmers of electricity. Ozone crackled, brief as a spent match, a mere flicker in the air before her eyes.
The man seemed not to notice her charged reaction, as his fingers, strong and firm, meandered up the side of her neck, holding her in place. Small bursts of sizzling arousal popped across her nerve endings.
The man seemed not to notice her charged reaction, as his fingers, strong and firm, meandered up the side of her neck, holding her in place. Small bursts of sizzling arousal popped across her nerve endings.