" The faint freckle on her throat sent another thrill through him. He wanted to touch it, to whisper against it, I’ve found you. For that matter, the slope of her neck begged to be brushed with a hand. His hand, before he cupped her nape and guided her gently backward onto a bed .  "

― Meredith Duran , That Scandalous Summer (Rules for the Reckless, #1)