"What… what kind of work?"
The question left her in pieces, little more than a breathless sound against the collar of his shirt.
Alex heard the eagerness under the shake in her voice, and his mouth curved into a slow, wicked smirk.
"See?" he murmured, the low rumble of his voice vibrating through her skin. "Didn't I tell you? You're far too curious for your own good."
He shook his head with mock disappointment, his fingers idly rolling the delicate lace between his fingertips, teasing the sheer boundary that stood between his hand and her bare heat.
"Even like this, breathless in my hands... you're still fishing," he rasped softly, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin below her jaw. "A dangerous little habit, Naomi, almost as if... you were playing detective or something."
The moment the words left his lips, a sudden, cold jolt of panic pierced straight through the molten fog in her head.
Damn it.
Did she push too early? Did she sound too eager?
