Blindfolded and floating midair. A man had never got me into that position before. My brain was bursting with anticipation. What was Desmond going to do next? His hand traveled down my torso, lightly tugging at my shirt. My clothes were still on. He would have to strip me naked before getting his hands on me. I had never been this impatient to get my clothes taken off. Fisting his shirt with one hand, I put the other one around the nape of his neck. “What are you doing now? Don’t tease ...