*Gemma*

“I’ll send for you when I want to know what you taste like.”

Connor’s rough purr sent ice down my veins, but I was so disgusted that I said, “I won’t let you lick me.”

His laugh was deep with amusement. “I didn’t say I would, but that’s a brilliant idea. Your skin may be infused with sand and salt. I might enjoy that.”

You’re sick, I wanted to snap at him, but I kept my lips sealed. I belatedly realized what he ...