Anticipation sent a tremble through her while she waited.
Her body prostrate on the bed in the exact position he required, waiting for him. Fingers stretched out toward the headboard, bottom facing the door, thighs parted to display all that was his.
She stilled, listening for the sound of his approach on the carpet. Nothing reached her ears, but her body was hyperaware of him.
It was the ripple of energy in the air. A connection she felt in her bones, a dotted line that teased nipples and clit to hard points.
A tickle down her spine almost made her break position, but her years of control won out. There was no stopping the shiver that moved through her or the goosebumps that followed in the wake of his touch.
He didn’t speak. His hands didn’t need words as they touched the spots that belonged to him.