She read slowly, as if each word had weight, as if each letter were a touch. Her body responded before her mind—a warm, deep shiver that began in the center of her chest and spread to her fingertips. Before she could even think to answer, he came up behind her. She felt first his presence… then his warmth… and then his breath, lightly brushing the curve of her neck. “Just thinking about it?” he whispered, his voice low, deep, provocative. “What if it wasn’t just a thought?” She closed her eyes. His warmth drew even closer, as if his body were made to fit hers. His hands slid down her waist with calculated slowness—not touching too much, not touching too little. Just enough to leave her breathless. “You have no idea what you do to me,” she said, almost in a whisper. He smiled against her skin. She felt it. “I can imagine, yes…” he replied, leaving his lips within a sigh. “And I want to feel every reaction of yours. Up close.” The room seemed too small for so much tension. The words of the message echoed within her, now much more real, much more dangerous… because he was there, so close, ready to transform every fantasy into something tangible. And she, overwhelmed by that growing desire, didn't want him to stop—not for a second.