“Any way you like.”

She started by caressing him lightly through the silk of his boxers, tracing the contours of his muscles and sending shivers through him. It took all his control not to close his legs and trap her hand when it strayed near his sex. He made a strangled sound and forced his thighs to remain apart.

She looked up into his eyes, her own pupils dilated with passion. “You’re not weeping.”

He husked out a laugh. “That was merely an expression of speech, but believe me, you are achieving the desired reaction.”

She bit her lip and narrowed her eyes, going completely still as if thinking. Then she increased the pressure of her touch, kneading his thigh through the silk, the sensation more stimulating than he would have expected. Every touch felt like it zinged straight to his groin, pulsing through his erect shaft with teasing pleasure.

When she stopped, he had to take a deep breath and let it out before he could speak. “Now it is your turn to tell me.”

“I’m not done.”

“What?”

“I’m still learning this thigh touching technique.”

“You have it down,” he insisted. Any more and he was going to lose his mind. Or weep for real.

But she shook her head and slipped her hand inside the leg of his shorts to touch bare skin.

He hissed his enjoyment while she moaned a little. The touch through silk had been erotic, but this was like being branded with her personal fire. And she acted like she could continue to touch that small area on his body for what remained of the night.

“We are going to have to institute a new rule,” he said from between gritted teeth.

“What? A rule?” She looked up at him dazed.

“Yes. A rule. A time limit.” He gently removed her hand, making a sound suspiciously close to a whimper as he did so and then grabbed his watch from the table and set the timer. “Three minute maximum per touch.”

“So, you think it’s been three minutes?” she asked with a heated look.

“More. Definitely longer.”

“It’s my turn then, hmm?”

“Yes.”

“All right.” She took a breath, as if girding herself to say what she wanted. “I read that every area of the body can be an erogenous zone if touched the right way.”

“Okay then…touch my face.”

Herface?

She must have read the shock in his expression because she smiled shyly. “I love the way it feels when you brush my hair back from my temple, or caress my cheek. I want to see if more touching will roll into the realm of the sensual or if there is an area of my body that isn’t conducive to making love.”

“I will show you that it is. Close your eyes.”

She did, her body vibrating with clear anticipation for the first touch. He made it an ultralight kiss against her brow…then moved his mouth in soft nibbles down to her cheekbone and along her jaw. She was shivering in seconds and by the time he was feathering kisses over her eyelids, he was sure she would concede the point.

“It works,” she said breathlessly. “And you didn’t even kiss my mouth.”

“That would have been too easy.”

“You are such a competitor,” she said on a groan. Her eyes opened slowly, as if she was forcing them to obey her inner command and her breath was coming in shallow gasps. “What next?”

He knew exactly what he wanted. “Your mouth on my stomach.” He settled back, going completely still and silent, waiting for her to touch him.

She turned to fiddle with his watch, resetting the timer and then faced him again, reaching out to touch his stomach with barely there caresses.

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