He moved his hand to touch her again, this time dipping his fingers inside. His movements were not driven by hormonal madness but by a gentle exploration of this brave new territory. His wrist turned, feeling the different shapes and textures that surrounded him. When he discovered the spot that made her squirm and whimper, his mouth fell open, his gaze fixed on her body’s response. A huff of laughter escaped him, his eyes dancing with delight. Like a child with a new toy, he set to work, pressing places that made her thrash, enjoying the effects of winding her up.