I tried to school my expression and control my ragged breaths, but it was damn hard with him so close.

"Arms up." His hand glided from my waist to my arm, and hot currents fizzed behind his trailing fingertips and underneath my skin. "You keep dropping them."

"I can't be near you when you touch me like this, Aimes," I whispered, but it sounded like a moan.

He circled around to face me, his blue eyes bright while he lifted my elbows higher by my face. "Then punch me." ...