I should drop this conversation and start kissing her again, but I am completely engrossed in what she is saying.

"A list of rules to break."

She bites her lip again and I cup her chin with my hand, releasing her lip from its prison.

"What rules are on this list?" I ask as I run my fingers down her neck and along her collarbone.

"All sorts." Her voice is harsh, and it's nice to hear that I am affecting her. It's almost a relief. I was beginning to think I was on ...