“And if I move lower...” His fingertips ghost along my collarbone, his touch feather-light. I draw in a breath as his hand splays, slowly drifting down the swell of my breasts. My breath hitches, and goosebumps wash over my skin. I watch him, mesmerized, slipping deeper under his spell with every passing second. He continues until he’s nearly at the neckline of my tank top, and my nipples tighten in anticipation of his touch.
