The broad V-neck of her sweater made the exploration of his lips squirm-worthy by the time he'd found fabric a barrier between his teeth and her shoulder. Rogue shivered, loving how that felt, and suddenly finding her shirt a burden indeed.

It was hard to concentrate on the conversation when she could feel the heat his lips had left behind. Her voice, when she managed to speak, was utterly distracted, "That doesn't sound good."