His fingertips traced the sides of my thighs, sending shivers through me as his eyes bore deeply into mine.

"How did you know it was me when you couldn't see?" he asked, his voice low, intense, and smooth like dark velvet, his breath warm against my cheek.

My eyes darted from his to his lips and back again. "It's the way you touch me... the tingles," I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper.

His lips curled into a mischievous smirk. "Do you feel it now?" His fingers slid ...