He reached across the bed to run the tips of his fingers gently over her exposed collarbone. Every single centimeter of flesh that he touched broke out into a rash of nervous goosebumps. She was afraid of the power he held over her, and even more afraid of the fact that she enjoyed it. His fingers continued a tender exploration of the skin on display. The expression in his eyes proved that he was ready to cross over the line they'd drawn in the sand since her return. As he began the slow movement across the mattress to bring his body even closer to hers, she knew she wasn't ready.