"That's because you are a control freak," Gideon says, but it lacks heat when that kiss and the light rasp of Harrow's teeth against her skin make her shiver.

She reaches down for the hem of the nightie's skirt, and slips her hand beneath to run her palm up Harrow's thin leg. "And because you grew up with a bunch of bad nuns and a bunch of responsibilities that all taught you it was wrong to care about frivolous things like clothes."