Page 113 of A Very Bellamy Christmas

“C-command.”

His lips curled into a slow smile. Well, well, well. “Touch me for an entire minute.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“That seems…extreme.”

Andrew gave a delighted laugh. Oh, Miss Martin! Life with her sharp tongue would never be boring. “Are you trying to renege, Stacia?”

He heard a gulping sound. “No. B-but how will I know when a minute is up?”

“I might not be the smartest of men but even I can count to sixty,” he said dryly. He waited rather than taunt her again, enjoying the tightening in his groin at the prospect of her small hands touching him. Andrew fully suspected that she would thwart his desire by concentrating on his elbow or the heel of his foot, but he didn’t care.

Her touch, when it came, was even lighter than her kiss had been. It wasn’t his elbow—or his heel—but his chest. The muscles jumped beneath her hand, and she gasped. Andrew caught her wrist before she could jerk away, his physical reaction and instincts accurate, even in the dark.

And even though so much else about him was now less than sharp.

He placed her hand back over his heart. “Don’t stop, Stacia.”