“If you put another cold hand on me, Carter Mason Ambrose, I’ll knee you in the balls,” she all but growled at him. That sexy jerk did nothing, but laugh and wiggle his fingers at her. Just as he attempted to slide his other hand inside, her knee came up. He stopped her with a twist of his hips.

Her heart beat out the syllables of his name.

“You shouldn’t hide those.”
“Hide what?” Her sweet breath fanned over his face.
“Your freckles.”
“Men don’t like freckles.”
Chuckling, he continued his exploration of her face and eased his hand behind her neck. He wanted to undo the ridiculous bun she’d put her hair up in.
“This man does.” Then he said the worst thing possible. “In fact, I’d like to see if you have freckles in other places.”