Her fingers dance across the keyboard, a rhythm of tease only he can appreciate. Their eyes lock as she leans closer, a mix of anticipation and longing in her gaze. His heart races in his chest as she trails a fingertip down his cheek, her touch feather-light yet electrifying. The space between them crackles with tension, their bodies drawn to each other like magnets. He takes a shaky breath, his fingers itching to touch her as she types, the clack of the keys a crescendo of desire. Her breath hitches when he finally reaches out, his hand finding its way to her thigh. The contact sends shockwaves through them both, igniting a fire that can only be sated by their mutual surrender to passion.
