Abruptly, he was behind her, her arms pinned by her sides by the arm around her body. “Not enough,” he murmured close to her ear.

Dawn rolled her eyes. His hair tickled against her neck, then his lips touched the side of her throat. She grinned as he swore in a language she didn’t recognise and released her. “What?” she inquired innocently, turning to face him.

His fingertips touched lips that were blistered as if burned by contact with her skin and he stared at her, more especially her throat. “How...?”