That sinful question echoed in the thick silence between them.
Do you want me to show you better ways…
She forced herself to blink, to swallow the heat crawling up her throat. No way in hell was she going to let him see how much that line hit her.
"I—I don't drool," she muttered, snatching the book out of his hands and holding it like a flimsy shield in front of her chest. "And I definitely don't need any demonstrations, thank you very much."
He leaned back slightly, hands behind his head, gaze like liquid fire. "You sure about that?" he purred. "Because your heartbeat's telling me otherwise."
"I'm just—uff!" she snapped, scooting off his lap as gracefully as her jelly-legs would allow.
