“I’m going to touch you now,” he whispers. I tense in anticipation. Touch me? How? Then the backs of his fingers cascade down my arm, leaving goose bumps in their wake. “Notice how everything feels so much more intense when you can’t move. Can’t see. Can’t pull away.” My stomach tightens. What is he doing to me? Slowly, I nod. His touch moves back up my arm, cresting my shoulder and traveling across my collarbone. I let out a gentle gasp, and he growls lowly in return.
