I moaned at the raw edge in his voice and fisted my hands into the sheets as I assumed the position so I wouldn't launch myself at him. After saving my life, respecting his no-touching rule was the very least I could do for him.

He opened one of the drawers in the nightstand and pulled out a bundle of black silk. At first I thought it was a nightgown, but it fell apart when it landed on the bed next to me. Not a nightgown. Black silk scarves. He took one between his hands and started ...