““With a bashful smile, Maddie set down her wine glass. She touched a fingertip to her collarbone, idly stroking up and down the slender ridge. She did that when she was nervous, Logan had noticed. Unfortunately, the little gesture that she found soothing did not have a similar effect on him. On the contrary- it inflamed his every base desire. He swallowed hard, unable to tear his gaze away from that single, delicate fingertip stroking back and forth. And back and forth. It was as though he could feel that gentle, teasing touch on his skin. Or on his-””
