Her wrist felt so hot under his hand. His lean fingers were curled around the base of her clenched palm, so that his thumb and index finger rested gently on the back of her sweaty han
Her soft breasts against his hard chest, she could hear her heart throbbing between their bodies; rushing blood to skin as they lay together. Sweat traced her face while her slightly parted lips breathed in motion with each beat in her frame.
But his skin stayed so cool next to hers. Opening her fingers as he still held her hand, she spread them out to touch the white chest underneath.
There was no sweat on his skin. It was smooth, as she brushed it with her fingertips; and it felt like fine cloth. Like silk.
As she touched him he closed his eyes, drawing himself over again to her warmth.