Anne pressed a feathery kiss to his collarbone then dropped another on the corner of his mouth before lifting her head and gazing at him with eyes that were dark with lust. The problem with teasing Sam was that it hadn't left her entirely unaffected.
"Sorry," she whispered. She was, too, in that she couldn't do anything about it. Running her fingers through her hair, she cleared her throat and spoke in a normal tone of voice. "I do want to know everything about you."