He brought his head closer to feather kisses down my cheek to my jaw, so light I almost couldn't feel them if not for his warm breath. His intoxicating mix of soap and spicy musk charged my senses, and I breathed him in deep while he dipped lower to my neck.

"I don't know about beautiful," he said, the glide of his lips teasing the hollow of my collar bone. "But if you'll stop talking for a second, I can show you perfection." The second his teeth nipped at my skin, my body ...