““I’d give my right hand to kiss you right now,” he said, his voice low and hoarse. He watched her neck as she swallowed and knew he was pushing the envelope, but he couldn’t help it. She wanted him, too. “Are you right-handed?” she asked, her eyes sparkling now with a mischief he’d never seen before. He nodded. “Then don’t do that,” she said softly. “Makes it harder to imagine what that hand could do to me in three months.””