It was so potent, I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from leaning back against him with an embarrassing sigh.
Feeling the shudder run through me, Raiden leaned down until his lips brushed the shell of my ear.
“You smell like ozone and wild honey,” he whispered, his thumbs slowly smoothing over my collarbones. “It’s intoxicating. But you need to focus on the current in the air, Callie. Not the one between us.”
My face burned hot enough to rival a furnace. “I’m focusing,” I gasped out.
“Close your eyes,” Raiden instructed, his voice thick with his own restraint. “Feel the friction in the air. Pull it in, slow and steady.”
Forcing my racing, incredibly distracted mind to reach out, I finally felt it: a faint, persistent buzzing in the air beneath the silence of his touch
