>>Amber
His hand slid lower, under the hem of my dress, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin of my thigh.
!!
The heat from his touch sent a jolt through me, and my breath hitched, anticipation building inside me like a coil ready to snap. I could feel his hunger, the way his body pressed into mine, and I knew where this was going.
Part of me wanted it, desperately.
But then, a flicker of doubt flashed through me—a mix of nervousness and fear.
My heart raced, not just with excitement, but with something else, something that made me feel vulnerable. The warmth of his hand crept higher, and without thinking, my body flinched. My hand shot down, covering his, stopping his fingers just as they slipped under the fabric of my dress.
Hael froze instantly.
