The silky swirl of his tongue in the hollow of her navel sent fire licking through her veins. Hazily aware of the area his mouth was traversing, she stirred beneath him. <br />Not seeming to realize just where he was kissing her, Matthew persisted, sliding lower until Daisy let out a muffled yelp and pushed hard at his encroaching head. <br />“What is it?” he asked, rising to his elbows. <br />Crimson with mortification, Daisy could hardly bring herself to explain. “You were too close to my…well, you accidentally…” <br />As her voice faded, understanding dawned in Matthew’s eyes. Quickly he bent his head to hide his expression, and a tremor ran through his shoulders. He replied with great care, still looking away from her. “It wasn’t accidental. I meant to do that.” <br />Daisy was astonished. “But you were going to kiss me right on my—” She broke off as his gaze met hers, laughter dancing in his blue eyes. <br />He wasn’t embarrassed at all—he was <i>amused</i>. <br />“You’re not shocked, are you?” he asked. “I thought you were well read.” <br />“Well, no one would ever write about something like <i>that</i>.” <br />He shrugged, his eyes glowing. “You’re the literary authority.” <br />“You’re making fun of me,” she said. <br />“Just a little,” he whispered, and kissed her stomach again. Her legs jerked against his restraining hands.