His hand grazed her inner thigh as he shifted the manual transmission into reverse, and this lightest of touches sent a shiver through Devin. “Cold?” he asked, backing the pickup away from the trees to turn around. “You can turn on the heat if you’d like.”

Devin shook her head. “I’m fine,” she said in a quiet, breathy voice that she couldn’t quite control.

The tone caught Ronin’s attention, and he gave her a long look before shifting back into first gear. Again, his fingertips grazed her soft skin, and her breath caught again.

Ronin’s eyes fell shut for a moment. “Damn, honey,” he whispered.

Author: Sibylla Matilde