Her own hands exploring his biceps, shoulders, and upper back, she felt the teasing touch make the ache within her breasts pulse with a building need that strengthened the flowing warmth. Turning into tropical breezes wafting through her, this fanned the embers within her loins. Soon the smoldering briquettes of desire had her legs shifting upon the bed, her feet skidding a few inches this way and that across the bedspread.

She had just started thinking about grabbing his hand and guiding it to her breast when he cupped the aching mound. His palm covering her nipple, his fingers stretched out and gave it a tender squeeze. A sigh rattling...