“Oh, you did now? Is it sweet?” he asked innocently.
“I think you’ll like it. Come here and unwrap it.”
A mischievous grin danced across his lips and he took a step towards her. “I love unwrapping presents.” He was slipping into his predatory mode as his eyes started to blacken.
She backed up a step, holding her linked wrists out toward him. “My safeword is moonlight,” she murmured, holding back her smile.
A low, possessive growl came from him. “Are you sure, Summer?”
Sweetly, she told him, “If you ignore my safeword, I’ll light you on fire. I’m sure. Come play.” She backed up another step.