Zoe Pierce's hand froze.
She licked her bottom lip, her palms growing sweaty. She even felt the urge to leave.
But Chase Shaw pressed her hand down. "If you want to touch me, then touch me."
'He dressed like this just for her to touch, didn't he?'
Even though she was only wearing a slip dress, Zoe Pierce felt unbearably hot.
Chase Shaw's breath ghosted over her head, the rhythm quickening or slowing in time with her caress.
It was as if she was the troublemaker, not him.
She didn't dare touch any lower, as his muscles would tremble at her touch. In the end, Zoe Pierce pressed her face against Chase Shaw's chest, her fingers pulling his tank top all the way down, covering his body completely.
'I can't touch him anymore.'
'If this keeps up, neither of us will get any sleep tonight.'
