Every time William touched Anna, a wave of tiny shockwaves spread through her, igniting every nerve in her body. It was as if each brush of his fingers set off a chain reaction, lighting up her skin with electric heat.
But when he kissed her... it was different. Her body was suddenly drenched in ice-cold water, a sharp, jarring contrast that took her breath away. And then, as quickly as it came, she was thrust into a storm of searing flames that ignited her blood, setting her on fire in the most intoxicating way.
Was she really that starved for a touch of passion?
She tried to find an explanation for why her body responded so eagerly to him, as if she were an instrument and he, the musician, playing her every note. But the harder she searched for logic, the more tangled her thoughts became. Each question only led to more confusion, like a knot tightening with every attempt to untangle it.
