Holy shit.
Every nerve ending in my body woke up at once. The cotton of my shirt dragged against my skin like it was alive, each fiber a tiny finger stroking across my chest. The air from the vent above became a lover's breath on my neck. I could feel my heartbeat in my fingertips, my ears, my groin. Each pulse sent a ripple of awareness through my body.
Natalia wasn't hiding it well either. A visible shudder ran through her frame as she leaned against the door. A deep flush spread up from her chest, painting her pale skin with splotches of pink that crept up her neck to her cheeks. Her eyes were black pools, pupils so dilated that only the thinnest ring of blue remained. And her nipples—fuck—they pushed against the black silk of her camisole like they were trying to tear through the fabric, two hard points begging for attention.
"Starting to feel it?" I asked, my voice rougher than I intended, the words scraping against my throat like sandpaper.
