“I’m focussed on you enough that I can tell exactly what caused that hitch in your breath – when it’s not fear that causes a change in your breathing and when it’s pleasure.” A pause. “Arousal.”
I inhaled sharply. “I’m not—”
“Going to lie to me? Because I’d know better.”
“I don’t think you do,” I countered as I scooted back, the shirt snagging around my thighs.
“But please do lie. It amuses me.”