" Gazing at Grace's profile, he skimmed his fingertips along the side of her neck.
She shivered and gave a small shrug to discourage his touch.
With a smile, he paused before moving to toy with a curl at her nape.
"Jack, stop," she said on a hushed undertone.
"Why?" he teased.
"You know why. Now stop."
His lips twitched. Reaching higher, he traced the shell-like edge of her ear, drawing a quiver from her this time.
"Please."
He smiled, slow and intimate. "Please what?"
"We're in a theater."
"Yes, but in this dark corner no one can see."
"What about Aunt Jane?"
She is busy watching the play." Angling his head, he caught her earlobe between his teeth and gave a light, playful nip.
Her eyelashes fluttered and she bit her own lip to hold back a sigh.
"I could do more," he promised in a low, suggestive tone. "

― Tracy Anne Warren , Seduced by His Touch (The Byrons of Braebourne, #2)