““Beginning at her shoulders, he skimmed a touch down her arms until he clasped her hands in his. He took and lifted them to the level of her torso, then fitted her palms over her own pale, smooth breasts. “Hold these for me,” he said. Then he reclined to the pillow, once again lacing his hands beneath his head. She gave him a quizzical look. Then she turned that quizzical expression on her own breasts, plumping them lightly in her hands. “What am I to do with them?” “Whatever feels good.” “And you’re just going to lie there and watch?” He nodded. Her brow wrinkled. “Truly. This is something men fantasize about?” “With regularity.””
