"I'll make certain your wrist doesn't end up sticky with alcohol," Nathan assured her, rubbing a thumb over the inside of her wrist. He seemed to automatically find the pulse point there and settled his thumb on top of it for a few seconds, just feeling it beat.

And since it didn't seem like she wanted him to stop, he lifted her wrist to his mouth again and gave it a slow, smooth lick, tasting both alcohol and skin in there. He liked them both.