Chapter 41

• Her bare back against the wooden board, she twisted around as soon as the pressure over her body was reduced, which he had done with a flick of his physical hand.
• Of course, she could have protested him out loud, to stop, but the sounds that came out of her mouth were incoherent.
• The invisible fingers stroked her shoulders; trailed her collarbones; played around below them; and then went down until around her sensitive sets of flesh became the playground of his. No, he didn’t quite get there. He was just teasing her—apparently to her frustration—above her ribs and at her sides.