His hand reached out. I suddenly forgot how to breathe as his fingers caught the hem of my pyjama top, which had ridden up slightly. With careful precision, he tucked the fabric into my waistband. My skin blazed where his knuckles had brushed against it. I tried not to focus on the proximity of his hand to my groin, but my cock took no notice of me, and heat rushed south. “Why did you do that?” I said, embarrassingly hoarse. “That strip of skin was tormenting me.”
