Chapter 123

His hand that had settled at my waist now shifted, just slightly—a slow, gentle glide over the curve of my hip. There was hesitation in his movement. As if I were something sacred, and he, unworthy to touch.

My breath caught.

He didn’t rush. His fingertips brushed the small of my back through the thin fabric, eliciting a sharp shiver that chased up my spine. There was fire there, yes, but it burne