““But I didn’t beg.” “No, lass, you didn’t. But I prefer you throwing yourself at me for now. The begging can come later.” Goose bumps arose over her skin, inspired by the veiled promise in his husky words. She searched for his mouth to continue where they’d left off, while his hands crept over her chest and tugged on the cords to her studded leather bodice. “Blasted laces. Do you knot them on purpose?””
