Anne jerked a little, and then she let out a breath as she seemed to sink into her high-backed chair as Caius's touch on her breast went from tentative to firm and back to tentative again.
Contrary to what her hypersensitivity to all things sexual might show, Anne was not at all a prude. She had felt and enjoyed sensuality before. Most times—and the best of them—were by her own hands so she knew what it felt like to have contact with her breast not be blocked by fabric. Knew how good that could and would feel for her.
Which was why she was amazed that Caius's touch felt as good as that even though she still had a shirt on. She had to open her eyes and stare down at her chest to confirm that he really had not stripped her to touch her. And he hadn't. It truly just felt that good.
