When his hand skirts around my ribcage, all the blood rushes to my head as his fingertips circle my nipple. Tingling static explodes from the point of his touch through my body all the way to my toes, making me shudder. Pulling back, I pant breathlessly. Since when have my nipples had that power? “What the hell did you do to my nipples,” I demand. “Sorry, I—” he starts and goes to withdraw his hand, but I cut him off, capturing his lower lip. “Do it again,” I plead.
