MACKENZIE
"Mackenzie," Alistair whispered, his lips just a breath from mine, "Is it okay if I touch you?"
"Yes," I murmured, my voice soft and trembling as I closed the distance, pressing my lips to his. "I want you to touch me, Alistair."
His fingers were gentle at first, exploring the curve of my body with a careful, tender touch, as though he were learning the feel of me all over again. Every movement sent shivers down my spine, my skin tingling with awareness. He traced the fabric of my clothes, just above the curve of my hips, and I felt the heat radiating from his hand, the subtle pressure as his touch lingered.
I could feel my pulse quicken, the rush of warmth spreading through my body. He seemed to sense it, his fingers moving slowly, purposefully, as if waiting for me to tell
