Warm heat from his fingers grazed mine, and I found myself not objecting when he seemed to get tired of his own game and grabbed my entire hand, locking his fingers inside and moving it to rest on his leg. He didn’t look at me, but I could sense his smile. Tingles erupted down my spine as he played torturously with my fingers. I cleared my throat and remembered that I was a pillar. I didn’t remove my hand, but I did say in a very firm voice, “My hand is cold. I’m just letting you warm it up. That’s all.” A throaty chuckle. “Good to know, Spanks.”
