Slowly, so damn slowly, she lets her fingers slide over my skin, heavier than before. A single touch has never made me feel so on fire. And she knows exactly what she is doing. She knows that barely feeling her at all will drive me mad in a way I can’t explain, in a way I’ve never felt before. “You’re a cruel little thing, you know that?” My voice is deep, desperate. “But I’ve barely laid a finger on you,” she says softly, emphasizing her words with a single finger tracing up my forearm. “Exactly.”
