Resisting the urge to nibble on his neck, she let her fingers tease the base of his skull. Even though she was the one making the moves, his reactions made Brigid feel a slow burn. When he pulled her closer, part of her wanted to just crawl under his skin.
"What do you mean?" she asked, leaning back a little to see his face. "You want to kiss my neck?"
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