“If you continue to touch me,” he said, his eyes flashing, searing into her, “you’re going to end up in this tub with me.”

“If you continue to touch me,” he said, his eyes flashing, searing into her, “you’re going to end up in this tub with me.”

“Or else I may do something I’m pretty sure you’ll hate me for in the mornin’.” The low huskiness of his voice washed over her like a heated caress, sending shivers down her spine, and obliterating whatever defenses she’d manage to build against him.”