“Whatever,” I mumble, glaring down at my boots.
“Or you could let me do something to you,” he suggests.
I snap my head up to look at him, and while he’s keeping a respectful distance between us, there’s nothing respectful about his carnivorous gaze or his flexing hands. There’s nothing respectful at all about that mouth, about the way his tongue wets his lower lip, as if already tasting me.
“Like what?” I ask, despite myself.
He lifts one shoulder in an elegant, cashmere shrug. “I could spank you. Bite you. Pin you to the floor and run my fingernails everywhere.”
Heat gathers low in my stomach, stirring my blood and stiffening my flesh. “Oh?” I say, my voice more strangled than casual. “I thought you needed me to promise you forever first.”
“I’ll make an exception today. You s
