I raise my hands above my head, my gaze locked onto his as his calloused fingers graze my skin, sliding the material up and over my head. He carelessly tosses the fabric aside before dropping his attention from my face to my body. A raw, burning hunger ignites in his stare as he roams over my exposed skin sending prickles of awareness over me.
He doesn’t touch me yet, his hands simply rest heavily on my thighs, connecting us without taking it further. Instead, he traces the lines of my body with his eyes, slow and deliberate, as though he’s memorising a map. He drinks in every curve of my abs and every mark on my flesh, methodically storing each detail away in the depths of his mind.
The air around us thickens, a sudden, intense heat that makes the hairs on my arms stand on end. This fee
