His fingertips felt hot on her skin. Not only because of the difference in body heat, but because of another reason altogether.
She could see his face in the dark, he was smiling with his eyes closed as his arms mischievously snaked around her waist. It was as if he had no worries as he nuzzled into the crook of her neck. The fabric of his suit seemed too thin, as she could feel every inch of him that touched her.
"You truly have no fear." Her voice came out in a low, breathy manner. It was evident how much his touch affected her.
"Somehow I don't fear much when I'm with you." His whisper stirred up her insides. His voice truly captivated her while his arms had her firmly planted at the spot.
"I'm surprised you haven't asked me to stop."
"Would you have listened to me?"
"Of course Kiera."
"Lies." She said, then grabbed his hand and led it to her breasts. His eyes opened abruptly as she kept his hand held underneath her own, cupping her breast.
