A tingling sensation started on her skin, crawling all the way down her body to her toes. It annoyed her because his touch was subtle, almost imperceptible.
Arabella thought she shouldn't be so sensitive to this man.
Banks leaned in, bringing his face closer.
She tried to release her breath, but it seemed to fail when his breath touched her neck. The woman kept looking forward, afraid her wide eyes would give something away.
"He's not your husband," he repeated. "Not if he doesn't touch you," he whispered. "Not if he doesn't kiss you," his hand traveled up to her thigh, squeezing until she was sure his fingers would leave marks on her. "Not if he doesn't f**k you."
His face pulled away from the curve of her neck, but his hand continued to grip. She squeezed her thighs together. And,
