" I think we’d better go.” Her breath fluttered the folds along the front of her bodice. A subtle scent of summer berries teased his nose. “Aren’t you the least bit curious?” “Yes,” she whispered. Bending his elbows, he leaned down. She placed her fingers against his lips. “I think we’d better go.” Stopping his descent, he took the end of her finger into his mouth and grazed it with his teeth, then kissed it. "

― Deeanne Gist , Fair Play (It Happened at the Fair, #2)