Zoe Pierce's hand froze.
She licked her bottom lip. Her palms were getting sweaty, and she suddenly had the urge to leave.
But Chase Shaw grabbed her hand, stopping her. "If you want to touch me, then touch me."
'Didn't he wear this just so she could touch him?'
She was only wearing a slip dress, yet Zoe Pierce felt incredibly hot.
Chase Shaw's breath brushed over the top of her head, its rhythm quickening or slowing with every place her palm caressed.
It was as if she were the one stirring up trouble, not him.
She didn't dare touch any lower, because his muscles would twitch at the brush of her fingers. In the end, Zoe Pierce pressed her face against Chase Shaw's chest. Her fingers tugged 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.'
